My Cajun buddy here at the Home for Wayward Vets in Shreveport, Louisiana just served me some of the finest tasting venison I've ever EVER had. He's getting ready to go to Arizona or South Dakota or Oregon panning for yellow bottom gold up in the hills. I'll sorely miss his cooking! Billy brought the deer meat from his Christmas pass and John cooked it right up in his 100 year-old iron skillet.
From deep, deep in the cotton-pickin' red clay'd piney woods o' east Texas, I bring you the tales of my sister Bethzilla, hideous freakin' white trash welfare-cheatin' pill-popping, bowl-smoking, vodka-swilling redneck swamp thing what done crawled up out of the danged boggy bottoms of Uncertain, Texas and also of Momma, a transplanted, dirt-floored, rice paddy, hand-raised Cajun girl from the south Texas depression era. Take a look see. Go ahead, lookee.
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Anatomy of a New Year's Eve Homeless Veterans Shelter Meal
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homeless,
Homelessness,
veterans
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