We just had our humteeth family reunion in Ft Davis, Texas.  I think if started in the 60’s but others say in early 80’s.  No matter, we have been going there for many years.  Never in all these years have I seen the area so green.  There was grass and weeds in the fields, the trees were starting to come back from the fire and it looked really nice.  Amazing how just a little bit of rain can turn an arid region into a paradise.  I love the weather in the mountains.  It was cool in the mornings and evenings and not unpleasant during the day.  Ft Davis is really one of the states hidden jewels.  I could live there I think.  Probably not much to do on a daily basis but seems like a place one could enjoy just being alive.  I guess I could spend some time downtown at the broom shop watching the guy make brooms.  Then over to the drug store for a milkshake or chicken salad sandwich.  That would take care of the mornings.  They have a nice little whole foods type market there where you can buy some “fancy” foods.  They had an impressive array of pickles and pickle products.  Didnt see any tofu but I bet there was a wedge or two laying around somewhere.  Artsy type towns and villages draw foodies like flies to cow patties.  I wonder if there are any artists who just sit down to a big ole chunk of steak, with a baked potatoes, loaded with sour cream and cheese and chives?  I guess eating tofu and sprouts make you more artistic. It just makes me extremely hungry.

Facebook is going to be the cause of my death.  Why did someone decide that facebook was the place to put pictures of  the most delicious looking foods known to man, along with the recipes.  The 7 UP bisquits are killers.  They have shown pictures of brownies that are sprinkled with chocolate chips on top of fudge icing.  I have yet to see a picture of a carrot stick or a stalk of celery.  I bet the caloric total for a day’s postings on facebook would be upwards of 300,000 calories.  And I am tempted by every damned one of them.  I have no will power.  I have no shame at getting in my car at 10:00 at night and going to the store to get the necessary ingredients for a triple layer, mandarin orange, fudge encrusted tea cake that is best eaten while consuming a  whipped cream mocha shake.  Why cant I dream about a nice salad instead of a slice of banana cream pie.  So, I hope when I tap out my family sues Facebook and that little fella who has made a trillion dollars by allowing us to fantasize about food as well as almost any other subject known to man.

Chuy the chewer