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Show The Bench FARMER Darn it all and begory, this cold weather makes me feel like sitting in the house and toasting my shins. I could just sit here all day and listen to the cat purr. For some reason or other, that wind a whistling out side don't sound verv good to me. My wife's cooking smells pur ty good in the kitchen. It makes me feel like sampling a little. But I better tell vou I was broke from putting mv hands ; in the 'frying' pan for a little I sample a iong time ago. I It was just after we were married and moved out here. I came in from outside all cold and hungry and those crisp potatoes po-tatoes in the frying pan looked mighty good, so I reached in and took one. My wife said, "Honey, that's all we have for dinner." It tasted so good I sampled a couple more. My wife didn't look very pleased. I wj getting- along swell, one piece after another, when, wham! I got my face slapped. I don't know what happened to me, but I got mad. and when a man gets mad, he is apt to do anything; so I grabbed the frying pan by the handle and dumped the potatoes in the coal bucket. After 1 cooled down it wasn't so funny. That was all the spuds there was in the house, and it was our whole menu except fo" a little hot water tee. which was hot water with cream and sugar in it. Well, I learned the hard way. but I haven't forgotten yet. I am still reluctant to pick just a tiny taste from the frying pan. no matter how good it smells. The Bench Farmer |