Welcome to HO, @SaltyOpinionsUnlimited ! Yours was post #1600 on this thread! You’re just a bit south of me in location.
Looking forward to seeing your posts. Lots of recipes (personal, cookbooks, and links from the web) get shared on the monthly What’s for Dinner (WFD) and Cookbook of the Month (COTM), and the Dish of the Quarter (DOTQ) threads.
Here are the latest threads, but look for those tags in parenthese if you want to read further back.
Many, many years ago we so we spent several
years in El Paso. About midway through, my husband quipped, are you aware that you haven’t pronounced “ing” in maybe six months!
On the other side of the coin, the New Orleans bred mother of one of my students asked me, “Mrs P, where are you from?” I answered “San Francisco.” She snapped her fingers and replied, “ I KNEW I recognized your accent!”
The simple food movement (simple home cooking, canning, gardening as a food source.
A night of dining at Charlie Trotters when he was alive.
I love experimenting with food, trting new things out…but also really enjoy rediscovering “The old way” of cooking. They way my Grandmother cooked with simple ingrediants and whole foods.
We don’t really have a Chicago contingent so you’ve stepped into the vast unknown.
Consider yourself the new reporter.
Do check out LTH forum for Chicagoland. https://www.lthforum.com/
I know that’s Rich Koz as (Son of) Svengoolie. He’s not only Chicago’s own answer to Joe Bob Briggs, Elvira, etc, (and, I think, the longest CONTINOUSLY RUNNING horror host) but is also one of the world’s preeminent Three Stooges scholars.
As for Bozo, Bob Bell was one of the longest serving Bozosa, and was the Bozo of my childhood, but he’s been gone for many many years. Who’s currently wearing the face paint?
Our local/regional clown was named Whizzo.
His real name was Frank Wizardi.
We got a syndicated Bozo but he never made personal appearances.
I still watch Sven.
This is bringing back memories of listening to Bozo records that told a story. As one side concluded and Bozo was cuing up what was next, he’d say, “Ah! After we change the record.” Yes, I am much older than eight tracks and remember shifting over to LPs in the early fifties. I remember those horrible needles in kids’ phonos. They did not last long and were gouging the records as they played. I liked my father’s system much better.