Regarding the recent “hot dog” columns, it became evident that some of my friends are culinary snobs. They consider campfire-cooked hot dogs disgusting.
Briar Circle by Leon Youngblood
I guess I was presumptuous to boast modestly about my hot dog and marshmallow cooking skills in last week’s column. Roasting a hot dog, toasting a marshmallow—well, it’s not rocket science.
In the shack at the Briar Circle campsite, I saw the tannish colored streak of a blur several times and wanted to catch it. It was a wood mouse.
There’s probably a word for the common observation at restaurants that everybody else’s dinners look better than yours. You often wish you had ordered what friends or family at the table ordered.
This basic homemade no-cook vanilla ice cream recipe fulfils the promise I made in the May 30th edition of the Heavener Ledger to submit something that might perhaps mollify the summer weather: