Lady Yankee drags her mate away from football–to do what??
Quick, call the fire department! The Dang Yankee started up his barbecue grill!
Crabs are the favorite food where I come from. Now that I live in Louisiana, they’re as plentiful as empty longneck bottles at a tailgate party. Eat your hearts out, Maryland!
I’ve been thinking lately that I should be writing more pieces about what’s going on in the news. You always hear about how the American public isn’t well enough informed on current events, and that is not good for the efficient functioning of a democratic society. It’s as if the extent of most people’s reading is what they get from bumper stickers and tee-shirts, especially those worn by well-endowed women. Since it’s not likely to help any if I put it on my tee shirt, I figured I’d fill the gap by providing some commentary in this space.
In this classic article from The Jambalaya News, The Dang Yankee takes a look at barbecuing as a possible means to world peace.
Today, we define the word gladiator.
It’s the peak of crawfish season here in Louisiana. Now’s the time of year when folks the state over fire up their propane burners and boil sack loads of these little critters that look like they’ve crawled here through a wormhole from some other dimension. And the Dang Yankee is among them.