Spatula

This week's word, spatula, reminds me of an electrician that I haven't seen in over twenty-five years. Mike was his name, and he was quite the cook! We tramped together in 'Vegas & Los Angeles, and I ate many a fine meal with my feet under his table.

We had a deal. He told me that if I would clean up the kitchen, he would get the groceries, then cook the meal. There were some days that I would have to wash every dish in the house, but man did I ever eat!! Mike had spent 3 or 4 years around Baton Rouge, and grown up in Tennessee, so his cuisine was Country Cajun, and it was really good.

I washed a lot of spatulas in 1983. I washed a lot of everything, but it was worth every minute and worth having dishpan hands. We had many a good time in L.A. I met some mighty fine people, ate some mighty fine vittles, and saw some great sites. They call California the 'Land of Fruits and Nuts', & in my fifteen months there, I came to know why!!