I originally entitled this post Duck Dynasty, crock pot chicken and death.
It thought using the D word might be a bit of turn-off, however.
Tonight is the season premiere of Duck Dynasty. We have spent the last couple of weeks catching up on every single episode. Twice. The first time I ever watched this incredibly magnificent, hilarious, makes-me-want-to-buy-camo-everything show, I wasn’t really that impressed. It seemed staged; predictable. I couldn’t have been more wrong. It’s my new favorite show (alas, poor NCIS) and really, Uncle Si is a red necked version of Gibbs. Let’s compare:
Gibbs: always has a cup of coffee in his hand.
Uncle Si: always has a cup of tea in his hand.
Gibbs: carries a gun.
Uncle Si: carries several guns.
Gibbs: drives a truck.
Uncle Si: drives a truck.
Gibbs: runs the show.
Uncle Si: steals the show.
Gibbs: nothing happens without Gibbs getting the ball rolling.
Uncle Si: the duck calls can’t be made until he makes the reed.
Gibbs: has Tony, Ziva and McGee to do his footwork.
Uncle Si: has Jase, Godwin and Willie to do all the work.
Gibbs: Gray and gorgeous.
Uncle Si: Gray and hairy.
See…pretty much the same guy.
My house smells wonderful right now. The Team I cook on for Wednesday Night dinners is up and we are making this wonderfully delicious chicken. It is always a huge hit. Tonight we are serving it over egg noodles, with peas and honey carrots as sides. I’m also taking a batch of this scrumptious chicken to a sweet church member who just lost her husband, also a church member. We are having too many funerals lately. Sigh. Please say a prayer for Shirley and family if you think of it.
Love you guys.
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