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« on: April 11, 2006, 09:11:49 am »
My fav story is of Hightower, my first newf when he was about 9 months old. I had planned a dinner party for about 12 people. Had cooked a 5-6 pound whole sirloin tip roast, twice baked potatoes, green bean casserole and cake. I had taken everything out of the oven and put it on the stove top, then went back to get showered and dressed. When I walked thru the den about 15 min. before company was due to arrive, I saw HT chewing on what I thought was my sons basketball and called Daniel to come get it and put it away. I bopped on into the kitchen and immediately slipped on someything on the floor. As I lay there looking up at the ceiling, my hand touched something gooey.... a half eaten twice backed potatoe... then the light bulb went off in my head. The "basketball" was my roast!!! There was au jus all over the floor, only 1/2 the potatoes, less than that of the cake and the green beans were "tasted" but still intact. I cleaned up greasy, cheesey uck for a week. We cooked hamburgers out that night.