May 29, 2011

the undercover dollar store

dear lunch at dads diary,

hee haw! it is on like the kong. goin to dads for lunch again and all he wants me to bring is baked beans. hail to the yes. he loves my baked beans cuz i make them like his sister- who makes them like his mom used to. i put molasses in them. i ain't no dumbass. i tell him every time i bring them over and he eats the shit out of them- thinking he could make them too sometime later. brown sugar, homemade catsup (if you can spare it) catsup iffin you cant, a fresh tomato if you got a ripe one, dry mustard iffin you want, and some molasses- and drain all the shit juice that comes with the dumb beans- if you're usin canned beans. if you're usin dried beans- that's even better. just have plenty of chicken broth and some salt pork and lots of time. i don't have time for the dried ones today since i just found out, but i'm in the mood for some now. maybe i'll have to go out to california and have my aunt  make me some- just to make sure things ain't changed any. i wanna make sure i am still doing it right.