It’s funny what pulls you in. The Fatty. Here I am on injured reserve list, but I am going to cook. Couple reasons. Bargain bin ground beef that needed cooking, I’m out of Fatty. That ain’t right in anyone’s orbit. Then there’s my poor man’s Looflighter. A heat gun that had been setting by the patio door many weeks if not months. I have Starter squares, me and extension cords have a dark history, and like I said I’m on injured reserve. Monday holiday we used to always spend in Red River N.M. there is a small diner called Shotgun Willies. Back in the day after skiing, snowmobiles whatever we’d eat there. The only seasoning they used was Lawry’s. So a Sunday drive down memory lane, and a Fatty
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