Day By Day© by Chris Muir.

Saturday, March 12, 2005

I am really not sure...

... if the salesperson at the bookstore was an Alien Entity recently escaped from Area 51 in New Mexico. Or, if she was, possibly, a 'Medical Ethicist' that escaped from Princeton University. The conversation went...
"Where's the self-help section?"
The saleslady said,
"If I told you, it would defeat the purpose."
There are days that it just doesn't pay to climb out of the bog. Try to get some sleep this weekend.
May the water temperature in your bog remain stable,
Kermit

Thursday, March 10, 2005

What a...

... downer.

I had a chat with the tadpole's wife. She tells me that "grumpy" is the term that describes the facial expression of a person sitting on the pot trying to poop. She got this bit of information from her Mom, who taught her and her sisters that "making the 'grumpy' face" was the code word for pooping.

Now here's what makes this so bad. Grumpy frog syndrome (a la - Wowee and CROAK, Croak, croak...) may not be a disease. That means that hopes for an entitlement based on being a victim is fading fast. So much for the shiney new teeth.

Does anybody know a T.V. personality the would like to do a Telethon for Constipated Frogs?

Dejectedly...

Yours in the bog,

Kermit

Wednesday, March 09, 2005


#1 Tadpole with the 2 polliwogs. Posted by Hello


The polliwogs visit the park... Posted by Hello

Sunday, March 06, 2005

Hello Cindy...

...cousin frog in a different bog. Relative to the " KISH " recipe, I'm with you. This is a pioneer kind of thing to use any food on hand to keep starvation from the door. Here's what I found in the Aunt Gertie Archive. It may be the same source that you have.

Granadad D's Camp Potatoes
Chop left over boiled potatoes fairly small. Fry bacon crisp and pour off most of the grease leaving enough to brown potatoes. When browned, add cream to potatoes to cover - add a touch of sugar and salt to taste and cook until cream is absorbed.
To this recipe is added the following tag end...
Kish
Prepare left over cornbread the same as above and serve with maple syrup.
This really does have a "pioneery" feeling to it. This is pretty close to what they called "corn dodgers" out in the West. The recipe goes at least as far back as the Civil War. It's sort of like a "hardtack" made with cooked (dried cornbread in this case) corn meal. It would be tougher than tanned horshide. It could be carried in pouch on your belt or in a saddle bag. It could be gnawed on raw if you had to. It could be broken up and added to anything (boiled stolen chicken - left over roasted squirel - boiled squash or turnips) to act either a thickening agent and/or a flavoring agent. You could use any flavoring you liked in the KISH, probably the stronger the flavoring the better - garlic, onion whatever. The shelf life (or pouch life) of this stuff probably depended on how rancid you would let the grease become before you used it. Hardtack and Corn Dodgers were (I believe) cooked in boiling water and may have been slightly dried like pasta or dumplings. Without grease to go rancid, these things would probably have a useable life that 1s only a little shorter than the useable life of rock!
Peace and all good
Kermit - Chef to the Bog

From Aunt Gertie...

... a recipe entitled,

MOTHER'S WELSH COOKIES

3 cups all purpose flour

1 cup fine sugar

1 Tsp salt

1 Tsp baking powder

1 1/2 Tsp nutmeg

1/2 lb. butter (or half lard half butter)

1 Cup currants

2 eggs

1 Tbsp milk

Sift dry ingredients together. Cut butter or butter and lard (as you do for a pie crust). Add currants (if hard, soften by soaking in water, dry thoroughly). Beat eggs slightly and stir in vigorously. Pour milk in around the sides of the bowl and mix. Chill dough for about 20 minutes. Roll dough out and cut with a cookie cutter. Fry on a lightly buttered griddle over medium heat. Turn and fry lightly about 3 to 5 minutes each side.

Enjoy!!! This really is better than fresh flies.

Hungry in the Bog,

Kermit

As some of my friends (?)...

in the outside world might say...

Time flies when you're
having fun.
But, here in the bog...
Time is fun when you're
having flies.
Peace and all good,
Kermit

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