Dear friends, I can’t help myself. Barry and I stumbled upon this post from 2010 yesterday morning at 6:30 and totally cracked up. (Well, he may have left for work, rolling his eyes!) I insisted upon reading it aloud to him, every Cowboy word. Honestly, people are still reading this post eight years later, probably those who have innocently Googled “Cowboy Caviar”. Heaven forbid–what must they THINK when they come upon this?
If you haven’t read, please continue…you, too can wonder what was going on in this blogger’s mind when she was writing! (This blogger is wondering, too!)
P.S. The Universe obviously laughed along with us. A few hours later, an ad for “Cowgirl Boots” came on my Facebook pages. Then this ad appeared in snail mail:
“Tails of the Old West”
Please enjoy this “old” post–and yes, make some Cowboy Caviar, too!
Welcome to the Old West, you cowfolk. I hope everyone is hungry. Someone get the grill going. How ’bout if you play your guitar? Something like Home, Home on the Range? Gracias, amigo. Now, some of you want to come into the kitchen and make some Caviar? A special recipe just for Cowboys. That’s what Lori said.
Who’s Lori, you ask? Lori works with me at the school and last week she brought us buckaroos a bowl of Cowboy Caviar. We eyed the “caviar” curiously. She supplied tortilla chips. We dug in. We ate, and continued to eat, and chimed in “Hey, Vaquero! We want the recipe!”