I mailed something to Spain recently. The surreal encounter in the Post Office did little to enhance my faith all things postal. I think Charles Bukowski put in something like 20 years as a postal clerk, if that tells you anything. But then again, John Prine was a Chicago postal carrier, so maybe there is hope after all.
I stood in line for eternity while a blue haired, frail old lady inquired about shipping her pet tropical macaw. The next person mailed Christmas cards. That would be fine except that it’s May. Then I stepped up to the counter and came face to face with someone who could only be described as the guardian at one of the gates of Hell.
“Mailing to Spain you say? Are there any explosives or flammable liquids?” “Um … it’s a flat envelope containing a letter.” (I wanted to say: “I’m mailing Spanish boots of Spanish leather. What does this look like you idiot? It’s a letter envelope!”) But I knew that would only prolong the agony and most likely end with her subjecting me to a thorough and vigorous body cavity search in full view of all the other customers.
“Well, if it’s anything other than paperwork, such as a document, you’ll need to fill out this customs form and sign here, here, here and here. Just remember this may be inspected and you will be subject to prosecution if you falsify this report or enter any inaccurate information.”
“I’ll bet the weather is rather pleasant in Guantanamo this time of year. A black hood will actually go nicely with virtually anything in my wardrobe,” I thought as I turned away from the counter. By this time the line behind me had grown to at least a half dozen impatient customers who eyed me with suspicion. I filled out the form in triplicate, put a checkmark in the “contents” box that signifies “document”, dutifully described the document as a “NY State Drivers License”, and trudged back to the end of the line, whistling “Alice’s Restaurant”.
After another eternity, I slid the form and envelope across the counter. She inspected the form, arched her eyebrow and asked why I would be sending a New York Driver’s License to someone in Spain. I wanted to say “You caught me! I’m a sleeper operative in an al-Qaeda cell, supplying fake IDs to my comrades in arms in Spain!” Once again, I prudently bit my tongue and explained that it was for my next door neighbor here in the states who has been living there with his family, but will be returning soon.
After some deliberation, she began ruthlessly stamping the form and pulling apart the duplicates to be distributed to various places, including one for me, with all the information that would be needed to track me to the ends of the earth. I started to wonder if my black hood would be itchy.
“Do you want this to go Overnight for $45, Express for $23 or First Class for a dollar nineteen?” I chose a dollar nineteen, and hoped that the license would reach my friend before it was time to renew it again in 10 years. I decided to skip the rest of my errands and head straight to the liquor store.
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Lunch Lady Tuna Casserole
Hey there boys and girls. This is the Lunch Laddy, Michael Gillan Maxwell, bringing you another recipe from The Lunch Lady Cookbook. Today we have a dish that ranks right up there with the All-Time-All-Stars of Comfort Food – a time honored go-to – the venerable Tuna Casserole. I’ve been in many a school cafeteria where the Lunch Ladies were slingin’ Tuna Casserole and this actually is the first legitimate Lunch Lady staple to grace the pages of the Lunch Lady Cookbook.
This does come with a caveat ~ a little tuna casserole goes a long way. Too much of a good thing could even lead to the disintegration of a relationship as depicted in article in the New York Times (April 7, 2012) that examined various reasons for divorce in England, which unlike every state in America does not have a no-fault divorce law. In one case “a man declared that his wife had maliciously and repeatedly served him his least favorite dish, tuna casserole.” A conservative approach relative to the frequency with which tuna casserole graces your dinner table will go a long way towards maintaining a peaceable kingdom.
No question about it, tuna casserole is a prosaic working man’s special, to be sure. But this is no reason to throw in the towel and go totally lumpen proletariat. All it really takes to class up this dish a little is a little imagination with your spices and garnishes and your beverage and music pairings. This Lunch Lady workhorse of a dish could be juiced up and spiced up in any number of ways, and this particular spin on Lunch Lady Tuna Casserole does incorporate one or two ingredients that might not be used in a typical Middle School cafeteria. So without further adieu, I present to you
~ LUNCH LADY TUNA CASSEROLE ~
1 12 oz can of White Albacore Tuna in Water
1 Can Campbell’s Golden Mushroom Soup
1 5.5 oz. Can V-8 Juice ~ (Psst! Secret ingredient. Good and good for you)
1 Package Frozen Sweet Peas
1 Small Spanish Onion ~ sliced & diced
1 Small Tomato ~ sliced & diced
1 Celery stalk ~ sliced and diced
1/2 Cup Shredded Sharp Cheddar Cheese
12 oz. Wide Egg Noodles Bistro Style
Whole Wheat Bread Crumbs
Red Pepper Flakes
Slice and dice fresh veggies.
Assemble your arsenal of spices, sauces and garnishes.
Boil the noodles ~ don’t over do this ~ better to prepare them “al dente” ~ they will cook more with the casserole.
Drain tuna. Feed tuna juice to your dogs and cats. They will love you with a white, hot passion for this.
Combine all ingredients in a 2 Qt. casserole dish, adding spices and a bit of the cheddar cheese intermittently as you gently stir together. Hold half of the tomato in reserve for topping.
Top with bread crumbs & rest of the cheese & tomato.
Bake covered on center rack of oven at 350 for 1 hour. Uncover for last 15 minutes if you like the topping a little crusty.
I dialed in a potpourri of songs from artists including Guy Clark, Old Crow Medicine Show, Steve Earle, Gillian Welch, Jerry Garcia & David Grisman, John Prine, June Carter Cash & others. Songs about working blokes, hopeless romantics, broken hearts, mercenaries, moonshiners, orphans, vagabonds, drifters & dreamers, hard luck cases & whimsical goofballs. There’s even a gender bending sea chanty in there. These songs all have a familiar feeling. Even if you don’t know them, they somehow sound like songs you grew up listening to, songs that were the background of your lives. This became the foundation for a collection of tunes I burned to a CD and called 3 Chords & A Cloud Of Dust Collection Volume I. But I digress ……
3 Chords & A Cloud Of Dust Collection Volume I
Wagon Wheel Old Crow Medicine Show
Mystery Train Part II Steve Earle
Dublin Blues Guy Clark
Galway Girl Steve Earle
Those Memories of You Parton, Harris & Ronstadt
Souvenirs John Prine
Shady Grove Garcia, Grisman
Ring of Fire June Carter Cash
Poor Man Old Crow Medicine Show
Orphan Girl Gillian Welch
Paradise John Prine
L. A. Freeway Guy Clark
Mohammed’s Radio Warren Zevon
Old Shoes Tom Waits
That’s the Way the World Goes… John Prine
Handsome Cabin Boy Jerry Garcia, David Grisman
When I Paint My Masterpiece Bob Dylan
Fish and Whistle John Prine
Mercenary Song Steve Earle
I Was In The House … Warren Zevon
Tear My Still House Down Gillian Welch
ITHACA NUT BROWN ALE ~ OF COURSE!!!!!
Until next time ……
Bon appétit !