In a message dated 6/17/2005 3:30:57 P.M. Central Standard Time,
hiwayman@xxxxxxx writes:
It's that Heine bunch from up around Austin that cooks the goats. The
McCauleys, my wife's side of the clan, go along with it because they know the
Germans and the Irish may not always agree on the meat, but they are unanimous
on the beer. Plus, they have beef barbecue, too, and a big fish fry.
Well, I'm from San Marcos which I'm sure you are familiar with if you've
been hanging around Austin much. When the weather cools off and if you happen
to get don't this way, you need to take a trip over to Lockhart and wrap your
lips around some barbeque at Kreutz market. My favorites are a link of
sausage with some good wholesome white bread wrapped around it and one of
their
pork chops. They aren't big on vegetables at Kreutz, but you can get a slice
of onion, a dill pickle, a whole tomato, a slice of cheese or a whole avocado
to go with the meat which is on center stage. The entire meal served on
butcher paper with a plastic knife as your utensil. They used to have a
butcher
knife chained to the middle of the table, but I guess the health department
put an end to that or there may have been too many knife fights. They have
recently started selling some beans and potato salad, however I would suggest
that haven't done anybody any favors by doing so. They serve absolutely
wonderful meat and the beans and potato salad are nothing to write home about.
If
you ever get down here and want to meet there for some eating and story
telling, drop me an email. I'd drive the 2 1/2 hours for some of their
barbeque.
In fact, I may fry myself up a mess of catfish Sunday in their honor and
then eat them tasty critters in air-conditioned, indoor comfort. I'll make me
some hushpuppies, onion rings, and fries, too. I'm finding it harder and
harder to get enough grease into my system while under spousal supervision. I
hate it when my blood runs too freely. :-)
A man after my own heart. Lunch today was a "Mate Plate" at Captain Benny's
on Murphy Road in Stafford. Two fried catfish filets, three fried shrimp,
two hushpuppies, a piece of garlic toast and fries all washed down with a a
cold glass of Pepsi with some fresh lime squeezed in it. Since Momma is in
Texas, I bet you are going to finish your fried catfish dinner off with a big
bowl of ice cream. Have two, she won't know. You just need to buy a new 1/2
gallon or two right after she leaves and make sure you eat it all before she
gets back. Just remember to properly dispose of the evidence. That is a
little like backing up your files. Don't forget.
Obligatory Olympus content: I'm charging the batteries for my e-1 and
getting ready for the crawling on my belly snake expedition in the morning.
[8^)
Bill Barber
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