Consider, if you will, the lowly hamburger.
Simple in presentation, abundant in flavor-lish-ish-ness, yet pungent in its oniony presentation (no pickles please).
No pretension of savoir faire, no well intended advertisement (Eat More Chiken), no meaning to be beyond its intended ground beef demise.
Not unlike chile, this ubiquitous morsel mouthful is all that is to be to the masses, somewhat lacking to the uneducated, and the "manna" from heaven for the tyrols.
Aw, that we could (absent cholesterol considerations) forever have that canola oil delicacy "dripping" from our porcelain elbows ad infinitum.
Such is life.
Plain and simple ramblin' from an ole country boy concerning personal history, current family events, the Tin Star Ranch, and philosophical BS with no redeeming social value implied or intended.
Tin Star Ranch Hand
The Ole Fat Boy
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- I take country pride in being my parent's son, a grandpa, dad, husband, brother, uncle, nephew, christian, professor, patriot, special texas ranger, tractor jockey, woodworker, welder,shootist, bird house architect, low relief wood carver, counted cross stitcher, UT fan, meat burner, humorist, video poker devotee, raconteur, 8mm film star and all around BS artist.
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