I have to tell you about my friend, Sarah. She and I met in first grade. That’s all I can tell you without incriminating myself! LOL There was this house on Ryan Street . . . NO! We’re not going there!
She and I have been friends ever since we were 6 years old. There were times when we weren’t so close just because we both had other things happening in our lives. But I’m not sure we’ve ever gone more than a week without talking. She is a night owl . . in fact, she NEVER sleeps. I wish she wouldn’t do that because I think it’s going to kill her and then . . who is going to talk to me on the phone between midnight and 2:00 a.m.?
I saw a plaque once that said “You have to be my best friend forever because you know too much on me!” and I immediately thought of Sarah. It was sold and they couldn’t get another one but that plaque pretty much sums it up for us. I’ve called her in the middle of the night crying because I was mad or upset or scared. She’s always solved my problems! Once I was so sick with the flu, I thought I was going to die. My throat hurt so bad I could hardly talk. (Don’t worry — I was able to talk just a little!) Sarah called, well after midnight I’m sure, and I explained to her that she’d probably never see me or hear from me again because I was sure I’d be dead before daylight. This was in the middle of the night and after just a few minutes, my doorbell rang. It was Sarah. She had dill pickles and popsicles. I’d never heard it before but she assured me that sucking on a dill pickle would help my throat and if that didn’t help, surely the popsicles would!
It was about 1960 – 1966 that we were in elementary school. I know . . most of you weren’t even born back then. One night within the past year, Sarah asked me if I remembered the homemade buns we had in the cafeteria in elementary school. Yes, I did remember them. Sarah said I dream about those sons of bit***s. (Heck, I’m such a bad curser, I don’t even know how to make that word look ok without saying it!)
Sarah’s a good cook, more of a cajun type cook than I am. For at least the past five years, she has shamed me for not owning a rice cooker so a few weeks ago, I bought one and now I don’t know how I lived without it. Sarah, what else do I need? Don’t answer that!
She was telling me a couple of nights about about a pork roast she made for Christmas and it sounded so good! I made her recipe for tomorrow and it is so good. I’m going to share it just like Sarah told it to me.
Roasted Pork
I used a pork loin roast but Sarah used a pork butt
Pork Roast or Butt
1 package Beefy Onion Soup Mix
Garlic
2 cans Beef Broth
Oil
Cut some slits in the roast and stuff with garlic. Rub the meat with oil. Rub the Beefy Onion Soup mix all over the meat. Bake, uncovered, for about an hour at 450.
Remove from oven. Pour 2 cans beef over roast. Cover with foil. Reduce heat to 350 and bake for a couple of hours or until roast is tender.
Thicken gravy with flour or cornstarch.
Now I must get my shower and get to bed soon so Sarah and I can talk for 2 hours before I fall asleep!
