Amy's Place .. Poetry and Potpourri .. August 16-17, 2004

Good morning, Darks! Happy Tuesday.

I'm glad to see that you survived the deluge AKA Charley. :)

Are you still working on your airplane?

81 posted on 08/17/2004 5:52:59 AM PDT by JustAmy (God Bless our military, and their families.)

Good morning, Rus. Happy Tuesday.

Thank you for serving coffee with the Food for Thought again this morning. Both are perfect.

Hope your day is terrific.

82 posted on 08/17/2004 5:55:30 AM PDT by JustAmy (God Bless our military, and their families.)

Currently taking a breather from that program.
*chuckle*

Got only light drizzle from what was left of charlie.
Yesterday was worse, we had hail, high winds, and lightning.. and it wasn't anything left over from charlie..

83 posted on 08/17/2004 6:07:26 AM PDT by Darksheare (If a tree fell on a mime in the forest, would he still taste like chicken?)

To: Darksheare; JustAmy; All

Good Morning! August 17 is ... da, da ... Davy Crockett Day and No. 2 Pencil Day!

(What happened to No. 1 Pencil Day, I don't know, so don't ask.)

84 posted on 08/17/2004 6:24:43 AM PDT by OESY

To: All; PreviouslyA-Lurker; Jen; tuliptree76; Alamo-Girl; MEG33; Diver Dave; OESY

Boston Butt Pork Roast

3-4 pound Boston butt roast (or larger if desired)
6-8 potatoes peeled, and cut in half lengthwise
1 pound baby carrots
1 delicious (or other sweet) apple, cut in eighths
water

Preheat oven and roasting pan to 350*.
Salt and pepper one side of the roast.
Place seasoned side of roast down on preheated pan.
Bake for 20 minutes
Season top side of roast
Turn roast over and decrease oven heat to 325*
Roast for about 2 1/2 hours at 325* (longer time if larger roast)
Turn roast over, and add vegetables around base of roast in pan - with potatoes on bottom, covered by the carrots and at least 2 pieces of the apple on top of the roast.
Add hot water to depth of about 1"
Cover; bake for additional hour or hour and 15 minutes or until vegetables are done and meat shreds easily.
Check water level occasionally - do not let it to go dry

A 4# roast will yield a terrific meal for 8 and enough leftovers for barbecued pork sandwiches the next night and lunch for 1 or 2 the day after

85 posted on 08/17/2004 6:25:42 AM PDT by JustAmy (God Bless our military, and their families.)

Thank you so much for the lovely poem and graphic!

86 posted on 08/17/2004 6:44:59 AM PDT by Alamo-Girl

#2 pencil day???
Anyone know what happened to Empire #2 pencils?
The kind with the easily melted lead?

I kinda carry a pencil point from one in my right forearm.

87 posted on 08/17/2004 6:55:01 AM PDT by Darksheare (If a tree fell on a mime in the forest, would he still taste like chicken?)

To: Darksheare; JustAmy; All

Portrait of Davy Crockett in hunting garb,
after an 1834 painting by John G. Chapman.
(From D.W.C. Baker, A Texas Scrap-Book, 1875)

Use your No. 2 pencil to cross-out the undesired image.

88 posted on 08/17/2004 6:56:16 AM PDT by OESY

Layered Peach Dessert Recipe
for 4 servings:

1 1/2 c Plain flour
1/2 c Chopped pecans
1/4 c Packed brown sugar
1/2 c Melted butter
8 oz Cream cheese, softened
2 c (3c) Peaches & sugar
1 3/4 c Powdered sugar
1/2 ts Almond flavoring

FOR CRUST:
Combine flour, sugar and pecans. Add the butter. Mix well and press mixture in bottom of 13 x 9 baking dish.
Bake at 350F for 18-20 minutes. Cool.

FOR FILLING:
Beat cream cheese and powdered sugar at medium speed until light and fluffy.
Fold in whipped topping and almond flavoring.
Drain peaches and add to whipped topping mixture.
Spoon over cooled crust and chill for several hours.

89 posted on 08/17/2004 7:00:59 AM PDT by JustAmy (God Bless our military, and their families.)

"Currently taking a breather from that program."

Well in that case, will we see your here more often? *grin*

90 posted on 08/17/2004 8:08:45 AM PDT by JustAmy (God Bless our military, and their families.)

I'll just use my forearm.
*chuckle*

91 posted on 08/17/2004 8:12:00 AM PDT by Darksheare (If a tree fell on a mime in the forest, would he still taste like chicken?)

92 posted on 08/17/2004 8:12:21 AM PDT by Darksheare (If a tree fell on a mime in the forest, would he still taste like chicken?)

To: OESY; Darksheare; MeekOneGOP; Jen; tuliptree76

Happy Number 2 Pencil Day!!

93 posted on 08/17/2004 8:14:39 AM PDT by JustAmy (God Bless our military, and their families.)

It crashed!!
Where's "Ctrl, Alt, Delete"?!

94 posted on 08/17/2004 8:18:36 AM PDT by Darksheare (If a tree fell on a mime in the forest, would he still taste like chicken?)

To: OESY; Alamo-Girl; Victoria Delsoul; Kudsman; Tragically Single; PreviouslyA-Lurker; SpookBrat; ...

Happy Davy Crockett Day!

The Ballad Of Davy Crockett
Music: George Bruns
Lyrics: Tom Blackburn

Born on a mountain top in Tennessee
Greenest state in the land of the free
Raised in the woods so he knew ev'ry tree
Kilt him a b'ar when he was only three
Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier!

In eighteen thirteen the Creeks uprose
Addin' redskin arrows to the country's woes
Now, Injun fightin' is somethin' he knows,
So he shoulders his rifle an' off he goes
Davy, Davy Crockett, the man who don't know fear!

Off through the woods he's a marchin' along
Makin' up yarns an' a singin' a song
Itchin' fer fightin' an' rightin' a wrong
He's ringy as a b'ar an' twict as strong
Davy, Davy Crockett, the buckskin buccaneer!

Andy Jackson is our gen'ral's name
His reg'lar soldiers we'll put to shame
Them redskin varmints us Volunteers'll tame
'Cause we got the guns with the sure-fire aim
Davy, Davy Crockett, the champion of us all!

Headed back to war from the ol' home place
But Red Stick was leadin' a merry chase
Fightin' an' burnin' at a devil's pace
South to the swamps on the Florida Trace
Davy, Davy Crockett, trackin' the redskins down!

Fought single-handed through the Injun War
Till the Creeks was whipped an' peace was in store
An' while he was handlin' this risky chore
Made hisself a legend for evermore
Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier!

He give his word an' he give his hand
That his Injun friends could keep their land
An' the rest of his life he took the stand
That justice was due every redskin band
Davy, Davy Crockett, holdin' his promise dear!

Home fer the winter with his family
Happy as squirrels in the ol' gum tree
Bein' the father he wanted to be
Close to his boys as the pod an' the pea
Davy, Davy Crockett, holdin' his young'uns dear!

But the ice went out an' the warm winds came
An' the meltin' snow showed tracks of game
An' the flowers of Spring filled the woods with flame
An' all of a sudden life got too tame
Davy, Davy Crockett, headin' on West again!

Off through the woods we're ridin' along
Makin' up yarns an' singin' a song
He's ringy as a b'ar an' twict as strong
An' knows he's right 'cause he ain' often wrong
Davy, Davy Crockett, the man who don't know fear!

Lookin' fer a place where the air smells clean
Where the trees is tall an' the grass is green
Where the fish is fat in an untouched stream
An' the teemin' woods is a hunter's dream
Davy, Davy Crockett, lookin' fer Paradise!

Now he's lost his love an' his grief was gall
In his heart he wanted to leave it all
An' lose himself in the forests tall
But he answered instead his country's call
Davy, Davy Crockett, beginnin' his campaign!

Needin' his help they didn't vote blind
They put in Davy 'cause he was their kind
Sent up to Nashville the best they could find
A fightin' spirit an' a thinkin' mind
Davy, Davy Crockett, choice of the whole frontier!

The votes were counted an' he won hands down
So they sent him off to Washin'ton town
With his best dress suit still his buckskins brown
A livin' legend of growin' renown
Davy, Davy Crockett, the Canebrake Congressman!

He went off to Congress an' served a spell
Fixin' up the Govern'ments an' laws as well
Took over Washin'ton so we heered tell
An' patched up the crack in the Liberty Bell
Davy, Davy Crockett, seein' his duty clear!

Him an' his jokes travelled all through the land
An' his speeches made him friends to beat the band
His politickin' was their favorite brand
An' everyone wanted to shake his hand
Davy, Davy Crockett, helpin' his legend grow!

He knew when he spoke he sounded the knell
Of his hopes for White House an' fame as well
But he spoke out strong so hist'ry books tell
An' patched up the crack in the Liberty Bell
Davy, Davy Crockett, seein' his duty clear!

When he come home his politickin' done
The western march had just begun
So he packed his gear an' his trusty gun
An' lit out grinnin' to follow the sun
Davy, Davy Crockett, leadin' the pioneer!

He heard of Houston an' Austin so
To the Texas plains he jest had to go
Where freedom was fightin' another foe
An' they needed him at the Alamo
Davy, Davy Crockett, the man who don't know fear!

His land is biggest an' his land is best
From grassy plains to the mountain crest
He's ahead of us all meetin' the test
Followin' his legend into the West
Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier!

95 posted on 08/17/2004 8:41:20 AM PDT by JustAmy (God Bless our military, and their families.)

I like no.2 pencils better thank no.1 pencils, the lead is softer so it makes a darker line. Makes pretty nice pencil drawings.

Happy No.2 pencil day!

96 posted on 08/17/2004 8:42:40 AM PDT by PreviouslyA-Lurker (al-Qa'ida terrorists are cowards who hide behind masks and decapitate helpless victims.)

Thank you for the recipe, Amy.

97 posted on 08/17/2004 8:43:50 AM PDT by PreviouslyA-Lurker (al-Qa'ida terrorists are cowards who hide behind masks and decapitate helpless victims.)

My mom walks around singing that...

98 posted on 08/17/2004 8:49:41 AM PDT by Darksheare (If a tree fell on a mime in the forest, would he still taste like chicken?)

A 13x9 pan? That's got to serve more than 4?...

99 posted on 08/17/2004 8:53:48 AM PDT by PreviouslyA-Lurker (al-Qa'ida terrorists are cowards who hide behind masks and decapitate helpless victims.)

100 posted on 08/17/2004 8:55:09 AM PDT by PreviouslyA-Lurker (al-Qa'ida terrorists are cowards who hide behind masks and decapitate helpless victims.)

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