Sorry about the shitty teaser recipe yesterday......here's a real one.
GRUNDY COUNTY GREEN BEANS
1 recipe of caramelized onions, 4 cans of green beans- drained, 1 pkg of bacon, 1 can cream of chicken, 1 can of cream of mushroom, 10 oz your favorite cheese, salt and pepper to taste.
Make the onions. (In my one of past blogs) Fry bacon, drain and crumble. Mix all the ingredients together, except the cheese, in a 9 by 13 baking dish. Bake at 350 for 30 minutes. Cover with cheese and bake for another 5 minutes.
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Big brothers are the worst, aren't they? I mean, when you are a kid, you can never beat them at anything. I know I couldn't. I had this love-hate thang with my older brother Roger. On one hand, I always wanted to play with him, but on the other hand, I knew he was going to beat me......and that's if noone else, close to his own age was around. Heaven forbid if I made a close game of it. He would either call me names or slug me.
I still remember playing whiffleball with him.....(for those who don't know, whiffleball is just like baseball, except you can throw at the runner to get him out, as long as he's not on base. If the batter makes it to base safely, he says, "ghost runner," then bats again.)....Roger hated to lose at anything, especially his younger brother! The first time I struck him out, he took a few steps to me and threw the ball as hard as he could. Yea, that left a bruise on my forehead.
A real ass right? Well, he was also my protector. Ya see, big brothers feel they are within their rights to pummel younger siblings, BUT....nobody else better lay a hand on them. Believe me, with my smart ass mouth, he saved me from many deserved ass beatin's from older guys. I still respect him to this day, and since I'm a lot bigger and stronger.....the rolls have been reversed.
Which brings me to my point.
Growing up in the mid-west, being young, dumb and ignorant.....I developed this kinda hatred of New York. I always heard of all the gang problems and over population. New York always got mentioned in the daily news. Not to mention, I was a huge Cardinal fan and New York always got the best players....and all the sports press! Like I said, a real hatred, right?
That was until 9/11. When the towers fell, it was like someone shot my brother. I forgot about all the petty little things that brothers fight about. I wanted to take up for my "big brother." I have now come to realize I love New York.....just like a big brother. Don't get me wrong, I'm still a Cardinal fan, but I would have been okay if the Mets would have won the championship.
Did anyone else feel like this on 9/11?