Thursday, April 24, 2008

What's for Dessert?

14 comments:

Anonymous said...

AAAwwwwww......"Baaaaaaaaaoink"

Anonymous said...

There it is...the new code word you were looking for....."Baaaaaaoink"

Glenn said...

Isn't "Baaa" for sheep? I was trying to come up with a typical goat sound...
I don't know about Baaoink. It sound like something else entirely...
But enough of this meat talk, What's for dessert? Maybe if we're all extremely lucky, Lynne will bake up a few batches of cookies!

John Whipple said...

Glenn, ask Will and Vann
"What sound does a goat make?". Kids know that shit. This may be the first time in the millions of times parents ask their kids that where it'll done for actual reference. "No really, we adults don't know... what sound does a goat make?" :)

Robyn said...

It isn't a pretty noise! Glenn, surely you have heard it, just before they go on the spit. Doesn't it go something like, 'gneeenk'?
After this week and weekend, Lynne will be all about baking cookies, I'm sure!

Anonymous said...

Do goats "braaaaayy"...some animal does....anyway.cute pic Glenn! I am bringing brownies.....straight ones

Glenn said...

John, Will says it's like a sheep without the "B" part. Like, "AAAAAAAAAAA"

Sweet Miss Robyn, I'm so glad you're here. Hey, I should make some sausage with my Kitchen Aid meat grinder! (Spank you very much!)
Lynne is losing her mind right now being stuck, once again, with all the Fiesta crap at work. (We're boycotting Fiesta this year. It just gets old. Bad beer, bad food on sticks, bad music, bad crowds...) Anyway, yes she'll be jazzed to bake after the dust settles.

P-Woodie, plain brownies are plain boring!

Anonymous said...

Not mine!!!! I suppose I could bring some extra special toppings. Ever heard of rum cake? If desired you may add just such a topping to your brownie, about a tablespoon... after it has soaked in.......mmmmmmmm good!!! So, OK, those who wish it may have crooked brownies!

Glenn said...

bleat (bl¶ t) n. 1.a. The characteristic cry of a goat. b. A sound similar to this cry. 2. A whining, feeble complaint. --bleat v. bleat·ed, bleat·ing, bleats.

John Whipple said...

wow. I would not have thought bleat. Might want to cross reference Webster there against the expert. The Fisher Price See and Say.

I've heard goats plenty of times, I'm trying to remember. I think it's "Naaaaa". With their Fender Deluxe tremolo stuck on about 4. I'll use it in context: Mr. Goat, do you want to go be butchered? "Naaaaa".

There's a herd of goats right up the road, we could go ask them. Maybe we'll get Mike, Brad and Pat on that tomorrow. Engage the indigenous goat population in a casual interrogation.

I'll tell you one thing, and I don't want to scare people off because it's not all that big a deal, but there's skunks in the woods. And it's their mating season so they're out and around looking for love in all the wrong places. We've seen three or four run over on the road out front.

Anonymous said...

"lookin' for love in all the wrong places" - I got crabs in my eyebrows once from doing that. I'm so glad the 80's are over.

And i think she was sayin' Bleat! :)

Anonymous said...

Kim might be mad on me for saying so, but when she was three and we lived in the Philippines our Filipino neighbors across the street invited us to their fiesta party. In the two weeks beforehand, they kept their menu penned in their yard, one of the animals a little kid goat. Well, Kim fell in love with the little goat, brought it lettuce to eat, I think even gave him a name. On the day of the party when everybody was talking and eating, Kim asked us where her friend the little goat was. We didn't have the heart tell her it was on her plate - made up some story about him having to go back to his mommy until next year. Everybody with youngsters knows why we lied. Naaaaaaaaaaa!

John Whipple said...

one time at the Comal County Fair we were talking to a young FFA girl, maybe 8 years old, with a big cute fluffy rabbit in her arms. And we were petting it and it was just a lovely moment until I asked her what her bunnies' name was. Her eyes got really serious and she shook her head from side to side and slowly said "We don't give them names". It had a George Orwell feel to it. On the stall behind her was I guess her class project sign that said "Rabbits are an excellent source of fur and meat".

Yikes.

Anonymous said...

I can relate to that, John. Reminds me of my early days in Korea when a local national who worked for me invited me to his house to meet his family and join them for supper. I peddled out along the dirt road he told me to follow and he met me there, all smiles and happy I came. Before going in to meet his wife and kids, we stopped by a pen where he kept about 10 dogs of various breeds. One was a beautiful snow-white Malamute, furry and very friendly, really a good dog and I told him so. After dinner, a very tasty brazed meat stew on rice with steamed veggies, I thanked his wife for the delicious supper and asked what it was called. Kaygogi. I only learned later it was dog meat and that by admiring the Malamute, I had picked out our main course. I felt kind crummy then.