Once a year, Mrs Slippy and her sisters (and Mom but her Mom is dead now) go to the beach, usually around fall time. I take this opportunity to get shit done that if Mrs Slippy were here, I'd have to put up with her constant bullshat about this and that etc...And Mrs S is not here to help me out...
So I get my project done, get a shower and crack open a bottle of Maker's Mark Bourbon Whisky and have a couple of tall drinks. Well, now I'm thinking..."A Pizza sure would taste good right about now"...But lo and freakin' behold, nobody deliver's out this far.
The county still does not have an "official" address for Slippy Lodge, they have a plat number for tax purposes and the access road to Slippy Lodge has an address for 911 purposes but that's it. The closest Pizza Joint is an independently owned restaurant that does not deliver and the closest dominoes is about 12 miles away.
Since I've been drinking, I WILL NOT get in the truck and go anywhere so NO PIZZA FOR SLIPPY TONITE! Well, if that's the worst thing about living free then I'll take it!
Guess I'll have to improvise...(time for another sip of Bourbon Whisky!) :vs_closedeyes:
Our nearest Dominoes is an hour and a half to two hours in any direction. Y'all are living in the suburbs. If I want food that someone else has cooked, I have to drive 20 minutes to town, where there is a selection of four local eating establishments of dubious quality or the hot food deli in the Safeway.
I got a double box of Chef Boy Ar Dee sitting on the shelf back in the pantry . . . just exactly for such purposes.
But I usually take two slices of swiss cheese . . . put a couple slices of canadian bacon between them . . . grab a ripe tomato . . . hot cup of coffee . . . and just realize I didn't really want pizza anyway.
Cause there just flat ain't nobody delivers to my place . . . and that don't bother me one bit . . . for all or RPD's reasons, plus a few of my own.
Went to town today to buy the wife a new vinyl tablecloth and two sacks of bird seed . . . just loved seeing my garage door as I pulled back in the driveway.
Still can't order pizza but you can't see a tree like this one anywhere! On my back road you can, and a few feet from this tree, under a shag-bark oak tree near a cedar tree right there I killed a 4 foot rattlesnake!
No pizza here either. I usually make up some pizza dough and keep it in the freezer for just such an emergency. Leave it on the counter for a couple hours to thaw, throw on some toppings, then onto the grill it goes. Life is good!
I will admit that was a strange photo of that chicken stretching her neck, I guess she knew I was hungry and wanted to look as lean and pitiful as she could! Before someone calls SPCA on me for chicken abuse, here's a better shot of that same chicken!
Once a year, Mrs Slippy and her sisters (and Mom but her Mom is dead now) go to the beach, usually around fall time. I take this opportunity to get shit done that if Mrs Slippy were here, I'd have to put up with her constant bullshat about this and that etc...And Mrs S is not here to help me out...
So I get my project done, get a shower and crack open a bottle of Maker's Mark Bourbon Whisky and have a couple of tall drinks. Well, now I'm thinking..."A Pizza sure would taste good right about now"...But lo and freakin' behold, nobody deliver's out this far.
The county still does not have an "official" address for Slippy Lodge, they have a plat number for tax purposes and the access road to Slippy Lodge has an address for 911 purposes but that's it. The closest Pizza Joint is an independently owned restaurant that does not deliver and the closest dominoes is about 12 miles away.
Since I've been drinking, I WILL NOT get in the truck and go anywhere so NO PIZZA FOR SLIPPY TONITE! Well, if that's the worst thing about living free then I'll take it!
Guess I'll have to improvise...(time for another sip of Bourbon Whisky!) :vs_closedeyes:
I will keep my space over pizza anytime. If I want one bad enough I can jump on the bike ride 13 miles and get one. Of just grab one out of the freeze and 18 minutes it is ready.
Once a year, Mrs Slippy and her sisters (and Mom but her Mom is dead now) go to the beach, usually around fall time. I take this opportunity to get shit done that if Mrs Slippy were here, I'd have to put up with her constant bullshat about this and that etc...And Mrs S is not here to help me out...
So I get my project done, get a shower and crack open a bottle of Maker's Mark Bourbon Whisky and have a couple of tall drinks. Well, now I'm thinking..."A Pizza sure would taste good right about now"...But lo and freakin' behold, nobody deliver's out this far.
The county still does not have an "official" address for Slippy Lodge, they have a plat number for tax purposes and the access road to Slippy Lodge has an address for 911 purposes but that's it. The closest Pizza Joint is an independently owned restaurant that does not deliver and the closest dominoes is about 12 miles away.
Since I've been drinking, I WILL NOT get in the truck and go anywhere so NO PIZZA FOR SLIPPY TONITE! Well, if that's the worst thing about living free then I'll take it!
Guess I'll have to improvise...(time for another sip of Bourbon Whisky!) :vs_closedeyes:
I have to admit I love my pizza, being an old Chicago boy. Here in Houston dominoes is about as good as it gets. It's not Anthony's deep dish on a cold Chicago night, but it will do when I am feeling lazy and have had drink or two. That said, I would trade pizza delivery for the country life in a heart beat.
I like @Inor 's idea, I am not half the cook my wife was but I will have to try making one myself and putting it on the grill. Ingredients are easy enough.
Do it the true Southern way.
Make a deep dish crust by rolling out a can of biscuit dough.
Man. it's great!! But it may "bind you up" just a tad, if you get my drift.
No way to get a pizza delivered here either.
Drink reL bourbon like a man.
Tell the misses sheet some of her personal belongings here, I will keep them for her until she can stop back in.
No pizza delivery to my farm. If I want pizza, I'll make one with fresh garden ingredients or run into town to get one.
No politicians begging for a vote.
No church folk looking for someone to save.
Let my God daughter shoot the 15-22 in the front yard & no worry about breaking some damn law.
@Slippy, glad you didn't run out of bourbon........that'd be worse! :vs_shocked:
Did ya really need pizza? How about chilli? I make a mean batch of chilli with meat that is available (sausage beef venison), beans peppers tomatoes onion garlic corn black olives spices.......a couple gallons.
Then I can or freeze quarts for when needed. All you need to do is put a quart in a pot and heat it up, takes 5 minutes. But you also need some cheese and bread for fixins.
P.S. some of my chilli, you need beer for a chaser.
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