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I wish I could post up a black bass report, but these last couple weeks have me seriously spun out to the point where I may need a new past time. The mean ol’ bass are just not hungry for anything I’m presenting them. Today I watched uplake and downlake as anglers everywhere were reeling in bass and I mean BIG bass and I’m catching jack squat.
And because I’d rather not bore you with all the lures I threw that did not catch anything, I thought I’d write about the only good thing that made it in the boat this morning, my lunch. I love Peanut Butter. Actually, I love peanuts and anything made with them. Also, I love sandwiches and I could eat five or ten of them any given day. So, it only makes sense that my favorite sandwich is the PB&J.
My go to lunchtime sandwich is a PB&J. I will eat all peanut butters, but for economy‘s sake, I typically buy the HEB house brand creamy style. I spread it on fairly thick, thick enough to stick to the roof of the mouth. Maybe some day soon, I’ll stick a Gama in the roof of a big’un‘s mouth, but the only mouth roof I stuck this morning was my own, and it tasted so good.
I’ll spread that PB on any bread, it doesn’t even matter to me. I’ll make a PB&J out of jalapeño cornbread. Today I had the grocery store’s bakery sourdough. I’ve heard chefs discuss what ratio of PB to J like yakkers discussing what ratio reel to crank a 4.0 squarebill. I think I spread 5:3 or 5:2 with a standard butter knife, leaving a 1/4” border. My PB rarely changes, typically Hill Country Fair, but the jelly constantly varies. I try to avoid jellies with seeds, but it’s not a dealbreaker. That’s because I love strawberries and figs. Today was red plum fruit spread, delicious!
I launched from Holiday Inn. Parking was permit only because of SXSW, but all of us regulars told the dawn patrol recruits that we parked here last year during SXSW with no repercussions. I enjoyed the early morning banter with the yakkers who were waiting for a tourney start. I got all the gossip and told a couple of fisherman’s tales. I thought a might need a head start with all these super sticks chomping at the bit. I shoved off at 5:30AM.
Forgive me for getting back to present participle, but just like tonight’s shift to Daylight time, I can’t keep the time right. I eat the sandwich with giant bites, cramming my mouth full so I can quickly get my right hand back on the reel. I’ll set the sandwich down on the gunnel while I chew and reel. As I was masticating, I saw monster bass jumping everywhere. I witnessed a couple yakker’s heartbreak because of giant bass jumping off boatside, but those stories will surely be showcased on other digital platforms. My heartbreak is that I just plain suck at bass angling. But I look on the bright side. I know how to make a sandwhich. Off at noon.
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And because I’d rather not bore you with all the lures I threw that did not catch anything, I thought I’d write about the only good thing that made it in the boat this morning, my lunch. I love Peanut Butter. Actually, I love peanuts and anything made with them. Also, I love sandwiches and I could eat five or ten of them any given day. So, it only makes sense that my favorite sandwich is the PB&J.
My go to lunchtime sandwich is a PB&J. I will eat all peanut butters, but for economy‘s sake, I typically buy the HEB house brand creamy style. I spread it on fairly thick, thick enough to stick to the roof of the mouth. Maybe some day soon, I’ll stick a Gama in the roof of a big’un‘s mouth, but the only mouth roof I stuck this morning was my own, and it tasted so good.
I’ll spread that PB on any bread, it doesn’t even matter to me. I’ll make a PB&J out of jalapeño cornbread. Today I had the grocery store’s bakery sourdough. I’ve heard chefs discuss what ratio of PB to J like yakkers discussing what ratio reel to crank a 4.0 squarebill. I think I spread 5:3 or 5:2 with a standard butter knife, leaving a 1/4” border. My PB rarely changes, typically Hill Country Fair, but the jelly constantly varies. I try to avoid jellies with seeds, but it’s not a dealbreaker. That’s because I love strawberries and figs. Today was red plum fruit spread, delicious!
I launched from Holiday Inn. Parking was permit only because of SXSW, but all of us regulars told the dawn patrol recruits that we parked here last year during SXSW with no repercussions. I enjoyed the early morning banter with the yakkers who were waiting for a tourney start. I got all the gossip and told a couple of fisherman’s tales. I thought a might need a head start with all these super sticks chomping at the bit. I shoved off at 5:30AM.
Forgive me for getting back to present participle, but just like tonight’s shift to Daylight time, I can’t keep the time right. I eat the sandwich with giant bites, cramming my mouth full so I can quickly get my right hand back on the reel. I’ll set the sandwich down on the gunnel while I chew and reel. As I was masticating, I saw monster bass jumping everywhere. I witnessed a couple yakker’s heartbreak because of giant bass jumping off boatside, but those stories will surely be showcased on other digital platforms. My heartbreak is that I just plain suck at bass angling. But I look on the bright side. I know how to make a sandwhich. Off at noon.
