If you tried one of my legendary grill burgers I would instantly be your new grub-god.
This has been proven many times.
Stop by about 7pm this evening and find out yourself, and know that you will be converted.
If I knew your coordinates, and did not have other things on my plate for this evening, I’d stop by for one of your legendary grill burgers to be put on my plate.
Ghostsniper has never sat down for a meal here at the suburban hermitage. Ah, the pity.
When I fire the twin kettles, the food gods line up for seconds. Try the ribs…
Oh, and Mary’s potato salad with bacon and tomatoes. And bacon.
Y’know- I’d love to have this whole crowd in one place for a cook-out.
The bull session alone would be epic.
Y’know- I’d love to have this whole crowd in one place for a cook-out.
Sounds like you’d put on a feast, JWM, and if the crowd includes many of the folks who frequent these pages, it’d be a very interesting crowd.
The bull session alone would be epic.
In between bites, of course.
Mike SeyleSeptember 10, 2021, 1:24 PM
Guess I should increase the number of my comments so I’d get an invitation.
VanderleunSeptember 10, 2021, 1:31 PM
Nah, you’re already in Seyle. We had a lurkers meeting.
Mike SeyleSeptember 10, 2021, 1:36 PM
Whew. I’m going to buy a lottery ticket; I’m on a roll.
Mike AustinSeptember 10, 2021, 7:52 AM
Gerard, you horrible man. Here I am trying to fast for three days, and you present videos showing my two favorite foods in the Universe.
I am vexed. I’m terribly vexed.
PA CatSeptember 10, 2021, 9:35 AM
Where’s the Philly cheese steak and the Amish-made pork sausages from the Lancaster Central Market?
Snakepit KansasSeptember 10, 2021, 10:51 AM
PA Cat,
I was in Lancaster a few weeks ago. Beautiful farms and many horses and buggies in the area. I think the Amish get tired of folks trying to take their picture like a circus monkey.
ghostsniperSeptember 11, 2021, 4:32 AM
Last night I ruined an almost new Carhartt t-shirt with the dripping grease from that 90/10 angus sirloin epicurean delight. I’ve heard that as you age you start to go back to what you were, so maybe I should start wearing a bib.
VanderleunSeptember 11, 2021, 8:51 AM
You’d wear it well and call it a “Chef’s Tasting Apron.”
Real World Address for Donations, Mash Notes and Hate Mail
Gerard Van der Leun
1692 MANGROVE AVE
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Chico, Ca 95926
Green Pants Interior by Klahn
Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe.
Duty, Beauty, Liberty, Country, Honor, Family, Faith — Plus a few simple easy to follow rules for guys
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
Gerard Van der Leun
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If you tried one of my legendary grill burgers I would instantly be your new grub-god.
This has been proven many times.
Stop by about 7pm this evening and find out yourself, and know that you will be converted.
If I knew your coordinates, and did not have other things on my plate for this evening, I’d stop by for one of your legendary grill burgers to be put on my plate.
Indiana is a long drive from here…
Ghostsniper has never sat down for a meal here at the suburban hermitage. Ah, the pity.
When I fire the twin kettles, the food gods line up for seconds. Try the ribs…
Oh, and Mary’s potato salad with bacon and tomatoes. And bacon.
Y’know- I’d love to have this whole crowd in one place for a cook-out.
The bull session alone would be epic.
JWM
Y’know- I’d love to have this whole crowd in one place for a cook-out.
Sounds like you’d put on a feast, JWM, and if the crowd includes many of the folks who frequent these pages, it’d be a very interesting crowd.
The bull session alone would be epic.
In between bites, of course.
Guess I should increase the number of my comments so I’d get an invitation.
Nah, you’re already in Seyle. We had a lurkers meeting.
Whew. I’m going to buy a lottery ticket; I’m on a roll.
Gerard, you horrible man. Here I am trying to fast for three days, and you present videos showing my two favorite foods in the Universe.
I am vexed. I’m terribly vexed.
Where’s the Philly cheese steak and the Amish-made pork sausages from the Lancaster Central Market?
PA Cat,
I was in Lancaster a few weeks ago. Beautiful farms and many horses and buggies in the area. I think the Amish get tired of folks trying to take their picture like a circus monkey.
Last night I ruined an almost new Carhartt t-shirt with the dripping grease from that 90/10 angus sirloin epicurean delight. I’ve heard that as you age you start to go back to what you were, so maybe I should start wearing a bib.
You’d wear it well and call it a “Chef’s Tasting Apron.”
Interesting bit of history. Thank you.