What was the last thing you made from scratch?

Really, that was the first thing that came to mind. I tried, I really did, to add something else - but I couldn't think of anything. Well, I did think of something. But I couldn't get around the stupidity of it. Here it is anyway…..

A few months ago I thawed out some pork ribs (“Arrggg!” said the vegan reader) and threw them in a broiler pot with some catsup, A-1, a bottle of BBQ sauce, some water, a whole onion cut up. All that went into the oven at 325 for 3 hours. Then I threw in some new potatotes, turned it down to 200 and let it cook for another 2 hours. Me and a buddy were at my house in the Colorado mountains, had been in and out, and were famished. I took the broiler pot out of the oven, sat it on some thingy on the table, threw two plates down, two forks, and two small towels (a tree worth of paper towels seemed silly). Dinner served.

Okay. Here's the deal. I didn't make anything. I just threw some stuff into a pot and let it cook and ate it. I thought about that as the only thing I made from scratch recently.

Nope. Even the Linux box I built was just a collection of spare parts. My intellectual integrity gets in the way of my communication. I didn't want to explain all of this. But now I have.

Being me is not easy. Long before the Internet reading a Readers Digest was the paper equivalent of random browsing. I always liked the section, “Laughter is the Best Medicine.” I remain mentally healthy so long as I honor my own lunacy. To whit, I faithfully remain,

The Most Comical Ambazzador Goodsoul