~ Crunch ~ Recipe

How to make it

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• Mix the filly and pecans until thoroughly incorporated.
• Fill each pitted date.
• Plate...
• ~and~
• Serve!
• ~ Crunchin' A Cockroach ~
• 1/2 Ounce Tequila
• 1/2 Ounce Kahlua
• 1/4 Ounce Dr.Pepper
• Combine the Tequila and Kahlua in a three ounce shot glass.Top with Dr.Pepper,but leave room at the top.Place the palm of you hand over the top of the shot glass...raise it in the air...then slam that bugger back down on the table,and drink it fast and furious...while it still fizzes :o)
• ~ Some days are just better then others ~
• I had gone to my favorite place to purchase a gallon of milk and a dozen eggs ( I like to buy there off and on...first, because their milk and eggs are good...and second,they are an Oklahoma based company...so they get my trade in those items and some others on occasion if need be)
• I was in my usual attire, jeans,a mans long tail shirt hanging past my hips with the long sleeves rolled up,cowboy boots,and on this particular day my cowboy hat.
• My intention was to drape the vehicle seats with a bath towel after I got back home and take my ole' four legged sidekick to the small lake for a walk. I hadn't been there in a spell and even tho it is just a hop,skip,and jump from where I live,I didn't want to be cleaning dog hair off the seats into a month of Sundays when I got back home.
• Gosh! I digress...anyway,back at the ranch...I had my two items on the counter and my hand in my back pocket,paper pulled to pay for said items when all of a sudden this young whippersnapper of a city slicker barrels in front of me,plops his bag of ice on the counter with a thud and scrambles in his designer wallet for a pristine ironed five-spot.
• Now he was in my space,and close enough to breathe my air,so I smiled and said,"Pardon me son,you are young and have more time then me,and it's obvious that your not from around these parts so I'll cut you some slack,step back and wait your turn."
• He whirls around and I am staring at these over groomed eyebrows,a pitiful start of a manly mustache,and I could swear he was wearing lip gloss,and the smell of girly cologne was penetrating the surrounding air...when with this snare on his face,gives me a look up and down,and like venom from a snake,strikes."Stop bitching,your just a stupid redneck!"
• The clerk made him wait until I paid for my milk and eggs,and said she was sorry.I told her," no need for you to be sorry, there was only one sorry here,and he's standing behind me now."
• I cradled the handle of the brown paper bag in the palm of my hand and was taking my time making those six steps to the door...as this belligerent young arse came my way I swung the glass door open with one hand and stepped out through the threshold with one boot heel...It is my nature to walk a strong heel toe with a long stride.He trips over the toe point of my Tony Lama boot and went flying across the grassy knoll that they have at the front of the store.
• Now the store never seems to secure their bags of ice too tightly,and if you hold on to the tie end...well,lets just say,you will be sorry...and he was :o) His bag of ice sailed up and out before him into the air sending purdy frozen hail stones into this sunny Texas sky,when all the while he was ducking to keep from getting pelted,they came cascading down over his head in all their crystal glory.
• He looks around at me with narrowed eyes,and tighten lips like I did it on purpose or something...so with my best Southern courtesy I reached down and held out my hand as a peace offering to help him up.He just snorted and said,"stay away from me,you'er crazy"
• ~ and ~
• with a smile as big as Texas I said " Gosh,you might want to be alittle more careful,you could get hurt around here.It's Redneck Country you know?"
• I could almost feel my boots clicking at the heels as I walked back to my vehicle...Some days are just better then others :o)