He poured coffee and water into a shallow pan. The coffee was going to be strong and black, but it would taste good and cut the dust from parched throats.”
–J.S. Stroud (The Old Rider)
Mornin’ to yuh, Pard. Yuh still eatin’ them biled eggs from last weekend. The wife and I went some real fixin’s last Sunday after church, and my, oh my, was there a feast. I shore did load myself up on what they call “deviled eggs.” The truth be known, they should be called more like the “fruit of the angels,” but reckon they’re called “deviled” ’cause yuh eat too many of them an’ then the devil works on yur innards.
Well, Pard, I turned to technology to find out my answer. Don’t who I talked to, Alexa, Safari, or Siri, or maybe to plain ol’ Google itself, but the story I found was that they are deviled because they are spicy. Guess they originally had paprika or cayenne mixed in them. Hmmm, some small pieces of jalapenos might be good. Just wanted to give that little culinary lesson to yuh.
While we were partakin’ of the feast a youngster proceeded to my delight to make coffee. It wasn’t none of that cino stuff either. I waited for a spell, then sent one of the granddaughters off to get me a cup. Should’ve known—it was weak. Drinkable, but weak. I grabbed the youngster later an’ told him so. I didn’t want him to go through life thinkin’ he was makin’ good coffee. He seemed to appreciate my suggestion when I told him to always put at least one more tablespoon of coffee than the cups yur gonna drink. If’n yur drinkin’ five cups of coffee yuh put in six scoops. Easy. Made my day, knowin’ that I helped a yungun along life’s journey.
Finally got my last book published on that their Kindle. Usually I have some troubles but it went as smooth as that silk bandanna yur a-wearin’. So if’n yuh want a good book look for Ticket to Danger. Speakin’ of danger, yuh are readin’ the Good Book every day? Best be guardin’ yur soul against the wiles of the devil. He’d like nothin’ but t’ see yur face in the dirt. Why he’s slicker than snot on a glass door knob with his deceivin’ words and ideas. My mercy, I remember when a man was a man and a woman was glad of it, but now… Whewee, ‘nough said ’bout that sick wickedness. Yuh be strong in the faith an’ don’t be led astray. Yuh keep the Bible handy, yur gun oiled and ready, and be checkin’ yur cinch for times are gettin’ eviler and eviler.
Vaya con Dios.