"BLues Deluxe" Featuring A Blistering Piano Solo Courtesy of Nicky Hopkins

"From YesterYear....Circa 2004"

I got a spike in traffic today. From whence did it come? None other than my post from 2004 "Get Yer 10-12 lb. Turkey at H.W." Seems the last minute buying mania is in full-swing. Do I miss it? Hell Whole no! Reprinted via permission from yers truly.

Well, it's hell week. Catering time. And time to dust off those famous words:

10-12 pound turkey
2 qts. of cornbread dressing
A pint of cranberry sauce
A dozen rolls
And a pumpkin or pecan pie.

Back in the day we never included the pie or rolls. And we made dressing in the bain maries. For those unfamiliar with the terminology, it is a rectangular holding tank filled with water and kept hot with gas burners. [ see Paleolithic Age for more details ]

And we used to swish our ladles in the water whenever we needed a quick fix for the serving line. But with the advent of stricter sanitation requirements, swishing is a lost art.

And the staff is required to wash their hands more. And some even wear latex bras, er, gloves. Apologies to Playtex. And whatever happened to girdles? Again, back in the day, every female HAD to wear one. You just weren't one of the "in" crowd if you didn't squeeze your midriff, via the buttocks region, into a Playtex girdle.

I guess they went the way of pantylooms, poodle skirts, saddle oxfords, penny loafers, and bouffant hair styles. Was it Twiggy who led the way? Or Mary Quant, or was it Helen Gurdy Brown? Who knows or who cares?

And the staff is required to have clean aprons. Wiping your mouth on one or blowing your nose into one is strictly verboten.

And the art of putting your fingers into a veggie bowl so you can get a better grip-better leverage- is not allowed anymore.

And dented cans? Throw 'em out. So's you don't serve botulism stew.

And you got to "date dot" the product. The day of trying to squeeze [ see girdle paragraph ] another week out of the pork chow mein is no longer considered appropriate behavior.

And cooking enough fried chicken in the morning to last until 8:30 p.m. is now out of the question. Doesn't fit the hot holding guidelines. Same for chop beef, fried cod, er, pollock, catfish, er, basa, er, tilapia, and hushpuppies.

Another no-no. The days of allowing the truck driver to bring in torn bags of flour, sugar, meal, etc. are kaput. Fini'. Cos we don't know what kind of critters done crawled up in that bag. Boll weevil, roach, varmint-name your poison.

Well, I could go on and on. But it's Thanksgiving. And I need my beauty sleep. Cos it's Hell Week at H.W. [ Hell Whole ]

Farewell and adieu, v.c.

"Great Balls of Fire!"

I loved Jerry Lee as a kid, even going so far as to play our green sofa as my pumping piano. Whilst listening and/or lip-synching to the record. I really dug him-rock n' roll, ya know. It was a shame he vanished from the landscape when he erred by marrying his 13 year old [ second cousin once removed ]. The following song is heavy [ slang 60's word ] even tho' the dialogue is in Spanish. The black dude he's talking to on stage is Chuck Berry. Seems Chuck has top billing, but Jerry has the current number one record in the U.S. So Jerry wants to close the show. But the contract is binding, so Chuck will close. After his performance he allegedly says to Chuck: "Follow that, Killer!"

"Another Way To Die"

"Go Unions!"

Saw this on Boortz. Good stuff!

"Scarlett Takes a Tumble"

Funny video. From youtube.

"You Can't Do That"

Excellent archive. Fab 4 singing a song in Melbourne, Australia. Circa 1964. I'm enclosing the link, cos I don't want them to discontinue it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g3O79UtLotc