As the snow flies On a cold and gray Chicago mornin' A poor little baby child is born In the ghetto And his mama cries 'cause if there's one thing that she don't need it's another hungry mouth to feed In the ghetto
Page made pastrami and it was just DUH-LISH. He arrived bearing meat that he had rubbed, cured, and smoked- as well as a special surprise: Ukrainians from Kramarczuk's in Minneapolis.
Here is Henry, on Willie-watch. I was all for Randolph's firing until his Friday press conference, which he handled with grace and humor. Still, I don't think he's going to make it through the week. But who is out there to replace him?
OK, so Page visited and read Robert McCloskey all weekend to Elsie in his sweet Mainer accent. It's really much better than mine, and I think Elsie realized it halfway through "One Morning in Maine". His pronunciation of HAH-BUH and FAH-THUH was just so much more authentic. But I can't help it, I'm from Wisconsin.
We went to Swan Meats for lunch and Page chatted up the sausage guy and disappeared with him in the back while I was buttering Elsa's bread. Brian returns smiling after being given a tour of the smokehouse. A tour! I buy my casings there by the ten pound bag! I buy slabs of bacon and cords of sausage! I've never been invited on a "tour"!
ElsaBean.com gets 186 posts? And then I come along and Dad starts a "lifestyle blog"! What's up with that? Listen Dad-no one cares about your pea soup recipes and your love affair with George Clooney.
And another thing- he's taken about four pictures of me so far.
Chris got to meet Henry today. We have the same haircut, Henry and I. Chris still has a full Fabio mane (if you look at him straight on, he has a bald spot in the back). But at least he can call it a "spot". Jeez, you could fry an egg on my head in this photo, look at that shine!
I got home at 1PM and was able to have a Beef and Weck with him at the Winfield Grill.