Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Manly Man

I had a disturbing experience tonight when my sister Penelope called to chit chat. We talked about horses and timing for her to move out our way (its inevitable, you might as well do it sooner than later), etc. And then the conversation turned to how I make beans and how to make whole wheat tortillas.

How in the world did I end up at the point where I’m sharing recipes with women? If you would have told me 20 years ago I would one day be sharing my secrets on the finer points of bean preparation and tortilla rolling I would have punched you. Yet here I am blogging and sharing recipes.

I was so disgruntled by the happening I immediately put the kids to bed and headed out to see if I could get the truck working that Elvis gave me. That’s a manly thing to do I hear.

Went out in the truck grave yard behind the old granary and put the key in the ignition hoping deep down it wouldn’t work so I could hit something with a hammer. Well that silly little 1970 Toyota started right up. It had been about 6 months since anyone had pressed the peddles so I was expecting some groaning and complaining.

I ending up muttering (just like I remember my dad doing) and rocking the truck back and forth to get it out of the divots from 6 months of winter snow and weather. I only drove a bit back when I realized I was sinking up to the axle. I forgot about the new garden plot we ripped open last fall which just so happened to be muddy and wet from the +11 C we had today. I’m hoping Dancing queen thinks it’s a crop circle type event.

It didn’t take much for me to start feeling manly again. I’m guessing its a gender thing as pressing the gas and watching black smoke bellowing out of a truck made me feel full of testosterone and energy. And getting stuck in the muck is a great way to spend an evening.

Glad I could get that off my chest. I’m off to make cookies now and soak some beans for tomorrow.

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