It has come to my attention that cuppy pepperoni is a thing. The kids love that
stuff. I opened up a box of pizza that my daughter bought and the sight was simply alarming and weird. It's no country for old men.
https://finance.yahoo.com/news/papa-johns-launches-crispy-cuppy-113000402.html
ItsJoanNotJoAnn@webtv.net <user4742@newsgrouper.org.invalid> posted:
And I'm not ashamed. I had another pepperoni French bread pizza today
and it was as yummy as the one I had for brunch on Sunday. Mmmmm-mmmm
😋 🍕
Pepperoni is also tasty shingled on top of cheese of your choice before placing that slice of bread on top and making a grilled cheese sandwich.
~
You can make pizza out of most breads - even a tortilla.
https://photos.app.goo.gl/KmoTtb3NWk5xXvWZ8
dsi1 <user4746@newsgrouper.org.invalid> posted:
ItsJoanNotJoAnn@webtv.net <user4742@newsgrouper.org.invalid> posted:
That's 1/2 a caramello!And I'm not ashamed. I had another pepperoni French bread pizza
today and it was as yummy as the one I had for brunch on Sunday. Mmmmm-mmmm
😋 🍕
Pepperoni is also tasty shingled on top of cheese of your choice
before placing that slice of bread on top and making a grilled
cheese sandwich.
~
You can make pizza out of most breads - even a tortilla.
https://photos.app.goo.gl/KmoTtb3NWk5xXvWZ8
I made a boo boo! That pizza-like dish was made from some middle
eastern flat bread. This is pizza made from a tortilla. it has some
soy chorizo material on it. My main problem is that I didn't put more
chorizo on it. It was still tasty.
https://photos.app.goo.gl/ERCejkC5QqkV539aA
https://photos.app.goo.gl/FeofcLE4jZG6rfRT9
dsi1 wrote on 3/31/2026 7:10 PM:
ItsJoanNotJoAnn@webtv.net <user4742@newsgrouper.org.invalid> posted:
And I'm not ashamed. I had another pepperoni French bread pizza today
and it was as yummy as the one I had for brunch on Sunday. Mmmmm-mmmm
😋 🍕
Pepperoni is also tasty shingled on top of cheese of your choice before
placing that slice of bread on top and making a grilled cheese sandwich. >>>
~
You can make pizza out of most breads - even a tortilla.
Tojo, your tortilla pizzas are FAMOUS!
Soon, people on da mainland will discover them, and they will be
trending. Especially in montana. Lots of Hiwayans there, yoose know.
On 3/31/2026 7:32 PM, Hank Rogers wrote:
dsi1 wrote on 3/31/2026 7:10 PM:
ItsJoanNotJoAnn@webtv.net <user4742@newsgrouper.org.invalid>
posted:
And I'm not ashamed. I had another pepperoni French bread pizza
today and it was as yummy as the one I had for brunch on Sunday.
Mmmmm-mmmm
😋 🍕
Pepperoni is also tasty shingled on top of cheese of your choice
before placing that slice of bread on top and making a grilled
cheese sandwich.
~
You can make pizza out of most breads - even a tortilla.
Tojo, your tortilla pizzas are FAMOUS!
Soon, people on da mainland will discover them, and they will be trending. Especially in montana. Lots of Hiwayans there, yooseFor some reason that reminded me of this. https://www.ebay.com/itm/178007996611
know.
dsi1 <user4746@newsgrouper.org.invalid> posted:
It has come to my attention that cuppy pepperoni is a thing. The kids love that
stuff. I opened up a box of pizza that my daughter bought and the sight was >> simply alarming and weird. It's no country for old men.
https://finance.yahoo.com/news/papa-johns-launches-crispy-cuppy-113000402.html
I'm not wild about cuppy pepperoni as they just turn into grease cups.I agree with you about cuppy pepperoni, Joan.
~
On 3/31/2026 9:25 PM, ItsJoanNotJoAnn@webtv.net wrote:
dsi1 <user4746@newsgrouper.org.invalid> posted:
It has come to my attention that cuppy pepperoni is a thing. The
kids love that stuff. I opened up a box of pizza that my daughter
bought and the sight was simply alarming and weird. It's no
country for old men.
https://finance.yahoo.com/news/papa-johns-launches-crispy-cuppy-113000402.html
I'm not wild about cuppy pepperoni as they just turn into greaseI agree with you about cuppy pepperoni, Joan.
cups.
~
On Wed, 1 Apr 2026 12:35:11 -0500
Bryan Simmons <bryangsimmons@gmail.com> wrote:
On 3/31/2026 7:32 PM, Hank Rogers wrote:
dsi1 wrote on 3/31/2026 7:10 PM:For some reason that reminded me of this.
ItsJoanNotJoAnn@webtv.net <user4742@newsgrouper.org.invalid>
posted:
And I'm not ashamed. I had another pepperoni French bread pizza
today and it was as yummy as the one I had for brunch on Sunday.
Mmmmm-mmmm
😋 🍕
Pepperoni is also tasty shingled on top of cheese of your choice
before placing that slice of bread on top and making a grilled
cheese sandwich.
~
You can make pizza out of most breads - even a tortilla.
Tojo, your tortilla pizzas are FAMOUS!
Soon, people on da mainland will discover them, and they will be
trending. Especially in montana. Lots of Hiwayans there, yoose
know.
https://www.ebay.com/itm/178007996611
Rare to find anyone who read or even recalls Brautigan.
On Wed, 1 Apr 2026 12:35:11 -0500
Bryan Simmons <bryangsimmons@gmail.com> wrote:
On 3/31/2026 7:32 PM, Hank Rogers wrote:
dsi1 wrote on 3/31/2026 7:10 PM:
ItsJoanNotJoAnn@webtv.net <user4742@newsgrouper.org.invalid>
posted:
And I'm not ashamed. I had another pepperoni French bread pizza
today and it was as yummy as the one I had for brunch on Sunday.
Mmmmm-mmmm
😋 🍕
Pepperoni is also tasty shingled on top of cheese of your choice
before placing that slice of bread on top and making a grilled
cheese sandwich.
~
You can make pizza out of most breads - even a tortilla.
Tojo, your tortilla pizzas are FAMOUS!
Soon, people on da mainland will discover them, and they will be trending. Especially in montana. Lots of Hiwayans there, yooseFor some reason that reminded me of this. https://www.ebay.com/itm/178007996611
know.
Rare to find anyone who read or even recalls Brautigan.
One of our most prolific hippy era writers, but a massively disturbed
and self-destructive man.
I particularly enjoyed "The Revenge of the Lawn" and "Sombrero
Fallout".
But the rest of his works were all stirring and highly visual.
A troubled genius, but still a genius:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Brautigan
Brautigan was born in Tacoma, Washington,the only child of Bernard Frederick "Ben" Brautigan Jr. (July 29, 1908 – May 27, 1994), a factory worker and laborer, and Lulu Mary "Mary Lou" Keho (April 7, 1911 – September 24, 2005), a waitress. In May 1934, eight months before Richard's birth, Bernard and Mary Lou separated.
Brautigan said that he met his biological father only twice. But after Richard's death, Bernard appeared to have been unaware that Richard was his child, saying, "He's got the same last name, but why would they wait 45 to 50 years to tell me I've got a son?"
In 1938, Brautigan and his mother began living with Arthur Martin
Titland. The couple had a daughter, Barbara Ann, born on May 1, 1939,
in Tacoma. Brautigan said that he had a very traumatic experience when,
at age nine, his mother left him and his four-year-old sister
unattended in a motel room in Great Falls, Montana, for two days.
...
Brautigan was raised in poverty; he told his daughter stories of his mother sifting rat feces out of their supply of flour before making flour-and-water pancakes. Brautigan's family found it difficult to obtain food, and on some occasions they did not eat for days. The family lived on welfare and moved about the Pacific Northwest for nine years before settling in Eugene, Oregon, in August 1944.
Brautigan drew on his childhood in the poems and stories that he wrote from as early as the age of 12. His novel So the Wind Won't Blow It All Away (1982) is loosely based on childhood events, including an incident in which Brautigan accidentally shot the brother of a close friend in the ear, injuring him slightly.
On September 12, 1950, Brautigan enrolled at South Eugene High School. He wrote for his high school newspaper, the Eugene High School News. He also played on the school's basketball team. He was 6 feet 4 inches (1.93 m) tall by the time of his graduation. On December 19, 1952, Brautigan's first published poem, "The Light", appeared in the school newspaper. Brautigan graduated with honors from Eugene High School on June 9, 1953.
After graduation, he moved in with his best friend Peter Webster, and Peter's mother Edna Webster became a surrogate mother to Brautigan. According to several accounts, Brautigan stayed with the Websters for about a year before leaving for San Francisco for the first time in August 1954. He returned to Oregon several times, apparently for lack of money.
On December 14, 1955, Brautigan was arrested for throwing a rock through a police station window, supposedly to be sent to prison and fed. He was arrested for disorderly conduct and fined $25. He was committed to the Oregon State Hospital on December 24, 1955, after police noticed patterns of erratic behavior.
At the Oregon State Hospital Brautigan was diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia and clinical depression, and was treated with
electroconvulsive therapy 12 times. While institutionalized, he began
writing The God of the Martians, a manuscript of 20 very short chapters totaling 600 words. The manuscript was sent to at least two editors but
was rejected by both, and remains unpublished.(A copy of the
manuscript was discovered with the papers of the last of those editors,
Harry Hooton, sometime after 1961.
On February 19, 1956, Brautigan was released from the hospital and
briefly lived with his mother, stepfather, and siblings in Eugene. He
left for San Francisco, where he would spend most of the rest of his
life except for periods in Tokyo and Montana.
...
In 1984, at age 49, Richard Brautigan had moved to Bolinas, California, where he was living alone in a large, old house that he had bought with his earnings years earlier. He died of a self-inflicted .44 Magnum gunshot wound to the head. His decomposed body was found by David Fechheimer, a friend and private investigator, on October 25, 1984. The body was found on the living room floor, in front of a large window that, though shrouded by trees, looked out over the Pacific Ocean. Due to the decomposition of the body it is speculated that Brautigan had ended his life over a month earlier, on September 16, 1984, days after talking to friend Marcia Clay on the telephone (neighbors heard a loud noise that Sunday while watching an NFL game). Brautigan was survived by his parents, both ex-wives, and his daughter Ianthe.
According to Michael Caines, writing in The Times Literary Supplement,
the story that Brautigan left a suicide note that simply read: "Messy,
isn't it?" is apocryphal. Ianthe Brautigan has confirmed that her
father did not leave such a message.
Well I like cuppy little grease gifts some times, so there!
Nyah nyah.
chefly <deal@me.al> posted:
On Wed, 1 Apr 2026 12:35:11 -0500
Bryan Simmons <bryangsimmons@gmail.com> wrote:
On 3/31/2026 7:32 PM, Hank Rogers wrote:
dsi1 wrote on 3/31/2026 7:10 PM:For some reason that reminded me of this.
ItsJoanNotJoAnn@webtv.net <user4742@newsgrouper.org.invalid>
posted:
And I'm not ashamed. I had another pepperoni French bread pizza
today and it was as yummy as the one I had for brunch on Sunday.
Mmmmm-mmmm
😋 🍕
Pepperoni is also tasty shingled on top of cheese of your choice
before placing that slice of bread on top and making a grilled
cheese sandwich.
~
You can make pizza out of most breads - even a tortilla.
Tojo, your tortilla pizzas are FAMOUS!
Soon, people on da mainland will discover them, and they will be
trending. Especially in montana. Lots of Hiwayans there, yoose
know.
https://www.ebay.com/itm/178007996611
Rare to find anyone who read or even recalls Brautigan.
One of our most prolific hippy era writers, but a massively disturbed
and self-destructive man.
I particularly enjoyed "The Revenge of the Lawn" and "Sombrero
Fallout".
But the rest of his works were all stirring and highly visual.
A troubled genius, but still a genius:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Brautigan
Brautigan was born in Tacoma, Washington,the only child of Bernard
Frederick "Ben" Brautigan Jr. (July 29, 1908 – May 27, 1994), a factory
worker and laborer, and Lulu Mary "Mary Lou" Keho (April 7, 1911 –
September 24, 2005), a waitress. In May 1934, eight months before
Richard's birth, Bernard and Mary Lou separated.
Brautigan said that he met his biological father only twice. But after
Richard's death, Bernard appeared to have been unaware that Richard was
his child, saying, "He's got the same last name, but why would they wait
45 to 50 years to tell me I've got a son?"
In 1938, Brautigan and his mother began living with Arthur Martin
Titland. The couple had a daughter, Barbara Ann, born on May 1, 1939,
in Tacoma. Brautigan said that he had a very traumatic experience when,
at age nine, his mother left him and his four-year-old sister
unattended in a motel room in Great Falls, Montana, for two days.
...
Brautigan was raised in poverty; he told his daughter stories of his
mother sifting rat feces out of their supply of flour before making
flour-and-water pancakes. Brautigan's family found it difficult to
obtain food, and on some occasions they did not eat for days. The family
lived on welfare and moved about the Pacific Northwest for nine years
before settling in Eugene, Oregon, in August 1944.
Brautigan drew on his childhood in the poems and stories that he wrote
from as early as the age of 12. His novel So the Wind Won't Blow It All
Away (1982) is loosely based on childhood events, including an incident
in which Brautigan accidentally shot the brother of a close friend in
the ear, injuring him slightly.
On September 12, 1950, Brautigan enrolled at South Eugene High School.
He wrote for his high school newspaper, the Eugene High School News. He
also played on the school's basketball team. He was 6 feet 4 inches
(1.93 m) tall by the time of his graduation. On December 19, 1952,
Brautigan's first published poem, "The Light", appeared in the school
newspaper. Brautigan graduated with honors from Eugene High School on June 9, 1953.
After graduation, he moved in with his best friend Peter Webster, and
Peter's mother Edna Webster became a surrogate mother to Brautigan.
According to several accounts, Brautigan stayed with the Websters for
about a year before leaving for San Francisco for the first time in
August 1954. He returned to Oregon several times, apparently for lack of money.
On December 14, 1955, Brautigan was arrested for throwing a rock through
a police station window, supposedly to be sent to prison and fed. He was
arrested for disorderly conduct and fined $25. He was committed to the
Oregon State Hospital on December 24, 1955, after police noticed
patterns of erratic behavior.
At the Oregon State Hospital Brautigan was diagnosed with paranoid
schizophrenia and clinical depression, and was treated with
electroconvulsive therapy 12 times. While institutionalized, he began
writing The God of the Martians, a manuscript of 20 very short chapters
totaling 600 words. The manuscript was sent to at least two editors but
was rejected by both, and remains unpublished.(A copy of the
manuscript was discovered with the papers of the last of those editors,
Harry Hooton, sometime after 1961.
On February 19, 1956, Brautigan was released from the hospital and
briefly lived with his mother, stepfather, and siblings in Eugene. He
left for San Francisco, where he would spend most of the rest of his
life except for periods in Tokyo and Montana.
...
In 1984, at age 49, Richard Brautigan had moved to Bolinas, California,
where he was living alone in a large, old house that he had bought with
his earnings years earlier. He died of a self-inflicted .44 Magnum
gunshot wound to the head. His decomposed body was found by David
Fechheimer, a friend and private investigator, on October 25, 1984. The
body was found on the living room floor, in front of a large window
that, though shrouded by trees, looked out over the Pacific Ocean. Due
to the decomposition of the body it is speculated that Brautigan had
ended his life over a month earlier, on September 16, 1984, days after
talking to friend Marcia Clay on the telephone (neighbors heard a loud
noise that Sunday while watching an NFL game). Brautigan was survived by
his parents, both ex-wives, and his daughter Ianthe.
According to Michael Caines, writing in The Times Literary Supplement,
the story that Brautigan left a suicide note that simply read: "Messy,
isn't it?" is apocryphal. Ianthe Brautigan has confirmed that her
father did not leave such a message.
I read a couple of his books back in the 70's. However, these days, Trout Fishing
in America reminds me of these guys.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w-ia13f72-4
dsi1 <user4746@newsgrouper.org.invalid> wrote:
chefly <deal@me.al> posted:
On Wed, 1 Apr 2026 12:35:11 -0500
Bryan Simmons <bryangsimmons@gmail.com> wrote:
On 3/31/2026 7:32 PM, Hank Rogers wrote:
dsi1 wrote on 3/31/2026 7:10 PM:For some reason that reminded me of this.
ItsJoanNotJoAnn@webtv.net <user4742@newsgrouper.org.invalid>
posted:
And I'm not ashamed. I had another pepperoni French bread pizza >>>>>> today and it was as yummy as the one I had for brunch on Sunday. >>>>>> Mmmmm-mmmm
😋 🍕
Pepperoni is also tasty shingled on top of cheese of your choice >>>>>> before placing that slice of bread on top and making a grilled
cheese sandwich.
~
You can make pizza out of most breads - even a tortilla.
Tojo, your tortilla pizzas are FAMOUS!
Soon, people on da mainland will discover them, and they will be
trending. Especially in montana. Lots of Hiwayans there, yoose
know.
https://www.ebay.com/itm/178007996611
Rare to find anyone who read or even recalls Brautigan.
One of our most prolific hippy era writers, but a massively disturbed
and self-destructive man.
I particularly enjoyed "The Revenge of the Lawn" and "Sombrero
Fallout".
But the rest of his works were all stirring and highly visual.
A troubled genius, but still a genius:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Brautigan
Brautigan was born in Tacoma, Washington,the only child of Bernard
Frederick "Ben" Brautigan Jr. (July 29, 1908 – May 27, 1994), a factory >> worker and laborer, and Lulu Mary "Mary Lou" Keho (April 7, 1911 –
September 24, 2005), a waitress. In May 1934, eight months before
Richard's birth, Bernard and Mary Lou separated.
Brautigan said that he met his biological father only twice. But after
Richard's death, Bernard appeared to have been unaware that Richard was
his child, saying, "He's got the same last name, but why would they wait >> 45 to 50 years to tell me I've got a son?"
In 1938, Brautigan and his mother began living with Arthur Martin
Titland. The couple had a daughter, Barbara Ann, born on May 1, 1939,
in Tacoma. Brautigan said that he had a very traumatic experience when,
at age nine, his mother left him and his four-year-old sister
unattended in a motel room in Great Falls, Montana, for two days.
...
Brautigan was raised in poverty; he told his daughter stories of his
mother sifting rat feces out of their supply of flour before making
flour-and-water pancakes. Brautigan's family found it difficult to
obtain food, and on some occasions they did not eat for days. The family >> lived on welfare and moved about the Pacific Northwest for nine years
before settling in Eugene, Oregon, in August 1944.
Brautigan drew on his childhood in the poems and stories that he wrote
from as early as the age of 12. His novel So the Wind Won't Blow It All
Away (1982) is loosely based on childhood events, including an incident
in which Brautigan accidentally shot the brother of a close friend in
the ear, injuring him slightly.
On September 12, 1950, Brautigan enrolled at South Eugene High School.
He wrote for his high school newspaper, the Eugene High School News. He
also played on the school's basketball team. He was 6 feet 4 inches
(1.93 m) tall by the time of his graduation. On December 19, 1952,
Brautigan's first published poem, "The Light", appeared in the school
newspaper. Brautigan graduated with honors from Eugene High School on June 9, 1953.
After graduation, he moved in with his best friend Peter Webster, and
Peter's mother Edna Webster became a surrogate mother to Brautigan.
According to several accounts, Brautigan stayed with the Websters for
about a year before leaving for San Francisco for the first time in
August 1954. He returned to Oregon several times, apparently for lack of money.
On December 14, 1955, Brautigan was arrested for throwing a rock through >> a police station window, supposedly to be sent to prison and fed. He was >> arrested for disorderly conduct and fined $25. He was committed to the
Oregon State Hospital on December 24, 1955, after police noticed
patterns of erratic behavior.
At the Oregon State Hospital Brautigan was diagnosed with paranoid
schizophrenia and clinical depression, and was treated with
electroconvulsive therapy 12 times. While institutionalized, he began
writing The God of the Martians, a manuscript of 20 very short chapters
totaling 600 words. The manuscript was sent to at least two editors but
was rejected by both, and remains unpublished.(A copy of the
manuscript was discovered with the papers of the last of those editors,
Harry Hooton, sometime after 1961.
On February 19, 1956, Brautigan was released from the hospital and
briefly lived with his mother, stepfather, and siblings in Eugene. He
left for San Francisco, where he would spend most of the rest of his
life except for periods in Tokyo and Montana.
...
In 1984, at age 49, Richard Brautigan had moved to Bolinas, California,
where he was living alone in a large, old house that he had bought with
his earnings years earlier. He died of a self-inflicted .44 Magnum
gunshot wound to the head. His decomposed body was found by David
Fechheimer, a friend and private investigator, on October 25, 1984. The
body was found on the living room floor, in front of a large window
that, though shrouded by trees, looked out over the Pacific Ocean. Due
to the decomposition of the body it is speculated that Brautigan had
ended his life over a month earlier, on September 16, 1984, days after
talking to friend Marcia Clay on the telephone (neighbors heard a loud
noise that Sunday while watching an NFL game). Brautigan was survived by >> his parents, both ex-wives, and his daughter Ianthe.
According to Michael Caines, writing in The Times Literary Supplement,
the story that Brautigan left a suicide note that simply read: "Messy,
isn't it?" is apocryphal. Ianthe Brautigan has confirmed that her
father did not leave such a message.
I read a couple of his books back in the 70's. However, these days, Trout Fishing
in America reminds me of these guys.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w-ia13f72-4
Sweet
Brautigan drew on his childhood in the poems and stories that he wrote from as early as the age of 12. His novel So the Wind Won't Blow It All Away (1982) is loosely based on childhood events, including an incident in which Brautigan accidentally shot the brother of a close friend in the ear, injuring him slightly.
On Wed, 1 Apr 2026 12:15:14 -0600
chefly <deal@me.al> wrote:
AI Overview
Richard Brautigan’s "recipes" are often surreal, literary inventions from his novels or poetic takes on simple, rustic food, notably featuring trout and summer fruit. A prominent example is the "grilled peaches and watermelon" salad inspired by his poetic style, featuring olive oil, herbs, parmesan, and balsamic reduction.
marika <marika5000@gmail.com> posted:
dsi1 <user4746@newsgrouper.org.invalid> wrote:
I read a couple of his books back in the 70's. However, these days, Trout Fishing
in America reminds me of these guys.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w-ia13f72-4
Sweet
They were part of the vibrant culture of parenting of the 90's. My guess is that
you wouldn't know about this group unless you had kids at the time. It was a heck
of a time for kids. Those days are gone with the wind.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nvDgxPvX1tM
On 4/1/2026 1:24 PM, chefly wrote:ding!
On Wed, 1 Apr 2026 12:15:14 -0600
chefly <deal@me.al> wrote:
AI OverviewI've often said that I thought that *Engine Summer* could not have
Richard Brautigan’s "recipes" are often surreal, literary
inventions from his novels or poetic takes on simple, rustic food,
notably featuring trout and summer fruit. A prominent example is
the "grilled peaches and watermelon" salad inspired by his poetic
style, featuring olive oil, herbs, parmesan, and balsamic
reduction.
been written by someone who had not read *In Watermelon Sugar*.
Crowley's other novel, *Little, Big* belongs alongside *So the Wind
Won't Blow It All Away* in the must reads of American literature,
even though they are nothing alike.
*Winter's Present* has allusions to both *Little, Big*, and another Brautigan novel, *Dreaming of Babylon*. Ann's "Fairy Book" is
*Little, Big*.
*******
Winter and Ann sat on a fallen log, and Ian concluded that they
hadn't paid any attention to what he'd just said. He'd provide the
food, and after a short repose, they'd walk. Walk. He thought about
every step they'd be taking, every crunch of the former year's leaves
and mused, "I'm falling into dreaming of Babylon, and there's work to
be done." *******
chefly <deal@me.al> posted:+1
On Wed, 1 Apr 2026 12:35:11 -0500
Bryan Simmons <bryangsimmons@gmail.com> wrote:
On 3/31/2026 7:32 PM, Hank Rogers wrote:
dsi1 wrote on 3/31/2026 7:10 PM:
ItsJoanNotJoAnn@webtv.net <user4742@newsgrouper.org.invalid>
posted:
And I'm not ashamed. I had another pepperoni French bread
pizza today and it was as yummy as the one I had for brunch
on Sunday. Mmmmm-mmmm
😋 🍕
Pepperoni is also tasty shingled on top of cheese of your
choice before placing that slice of bread on top and making a
grilled cheese sandwich.
~
You can make pizza out of most breads - even a tortilla.
Tojo, your tortilla pizzas are FAMOUS!
Soon, people on da mainland will discover them, and they willFor some reason that reminded me of this. https://www.ebay.com/itm/178007996611
be trending. Especially in montana. Lots of Hiwayans there,
yoose know.
Rare to find anyone who read or even recalls Brautigan.
One of our most prolific hippy era writers, but a massively
disturbed and self-destructive man.
I particularly enjoyed "The Revenge of the Lawn" and "Sombrero
Fallout".
But the rest of his works were all stirring and highly visual.
A troubled genius, but still a genius:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Brautigan
Brautigan was born in Tacoma, Washington,the only child of Bernard Frederick "Ben" Brautigan Jr. (July 29, 1908 – May 27, 1994), a
factory worker and laborer, and Lulu Mary "Mary Lou" Keho (April 7,
1911 – September 24, 2005), a waitress. In May 1934, eight months
before Richard's birth, Bernard and Mary Lou separated.
Brautigan said that he met his biological father only twice. But
after Richard's death, Bernard appeared to have been unaware that
Richard was his child, saying, "He's got the same last name, but
why would they wait 45 to 50 years to tell me I've got a son?"
In 1938, Brautigan and his mother began living with Arthur Martin
Titland. The couple had a daughter, Barbara Ann, born on May 1,
1939, in Tacoma. Brautigan said that he had a very traumatic
experience when, at age nine, his mother left him and his
four-year-old sister unattended in a motel room in Great Falls,
Montana, for two days.
...
Brautigan was raised in poverty; he told his daughter stories of
his mother sifting rat feces out of their supply of flour before
making flour-and-water pancakes. Brautigan's family found it
difficult to obtain food, and on some occasions they did not eat
for days. The family lived on welfare and moved about the Pacific
Northwest for nine years before settling in Eugene, Oregon, in
August 1944.
Brautigan drew on his childhood in the poems and stories that he
wrote from as early as the age of 12. His novel So the Wind Won't
Blow It All Away (1982) is loosely based on childhood events,
including an incident in which Brautigan accidentally shot the
brother of a close friend in the ear, injuring him slightly.
On September 12, 1950, Brautigan enrolled at South Eugene High
School. He wrote for his high school newspaper, the Eugene High
School News. He also played on the school's basketball team. He was
6 feet 4 inches (1.93 m) tall by the time of his graduation. On
December 19, 1952, Brautigan's first published poem, "The Light",
appeared in the school newspaper. Brautigan graduated with honors
from Eugene High School on June 9, 1953.
After graduation, he moved in with his best friend Peter Webster,
and Peter's mother Edna Webster became a surrogate mother to
Brautigan. According to several accounts, Brautigan stayed with the Websters for about a year before leaving for San Francisco for the
first time in August 1954. He returned to Oregon several times,
apparently for lack of money.
On December 14, 1955, Brautigan was arrested for throwing a rock
through a police station window, supposedly to be sent to prison
and fed. He was arrested for disorderly conduct and fined $25. He
was committed to the Oregon State Hospital on December 24, 1955,
after police noticed patterns of erratic behavior.
At the Oregon State Hospital Brautigan was diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia and clinical depression, and was treated with electroconvulsive therapy 12 times. While institutionalized, he
began writing The God of the Martians, a manuscript of 20 very
short chapters totaling 600 words. The manuscript was sent to at
least two editors but was rejected by both, and remains
unpublished.(A copy of the manuscript was discovered with the
papers of the last of those editors, Harry Hooton, sometime after
1961.
On February 19, 1956, Brautigan was released from the hospital and
briefly lived with his mother, stepfather, and siblings in Eugene.
He left for San Francisco, where he would spend most of the rest of
his life except for periods in Tokyo and Montana.
...
In 1984, at age 49, Richard Brautigan had moved to Bolinas,
California, where he was living alone in a large, old house that he
had bought with his earnings years earlier. He died of a
self-inflicted .44 Magnum gunshot wound to the head. His decomposed
body was found by David Fechheimer, a friend and private
investigator, on October 25, 1984. The body was found on the living
room floor, in front of a large window that, though shrouded by
trees, looked out over the Pacific Ocean. Due to the decomposition
of the body it is speculated that Brautigan had ended his life over
a month earlier, on September 16, 1984, days after talking to
friend Marcia Clay on the telephone (neighbors heard a loud noise
that Sunday while watching an NFL game). Brautigan was survived by
his parents, both ex-wives, and his daughter Ianthe.
According to Michael Caines, writing in The Times Literary
Supplement, the story that Brautigan left a suicide note that
simply read: "Messy, isn't it?" is apocryphal. Ianthe Brautigan has confirmed that her father did not leave such a message.
I read a couple of his books back in the 70's. However, these days,
Trout Fishing in America reminds me of these guys.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w-ia13f72-4
chefly <deal@me.al> posted:
Well I like cuppy little grease gifts some times, so there!
Nyah nyah.
Getting your sausage cuppy is critical to make the UFO musubi. BTW,
they are delicious.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B0eQPjjZYjg
On 4/1/2026 1:03 PM, chefly wrote:
Brautigan drew on his childhood in the poems and stories that he*So the Wind Won't Blow It All Away* belongs in the pantheon of great American literature.
wrote from as early as the age of 12. His novel So the Wind Won't
Blow It All Away (1982) is loosely based on childhood events,
including an incident in which Brautigan accidentally shot the
brother of a close friend in the ear, injuring him slightly.
On Thu, 02 Apr 2026 20:56:56 GMT
dsi1 <user4746@newsgrouper.org.invalid> wrote:
chefly <deal@me.al> posted:
Well I like cuppy little grease gifts some times, so there!
Nyah nyah.
Getting your sausage cuppy is critical to make the UFO musubi. BTW,
they are delicious.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B0eQPjjZYjg
+1
I might riff that to kimchi and crispy chile garlic oil on top
chefly <deal@me.al> posted:
On Thu, 02 Apr 2026 20:56:56 GMT
dsi1 <user4746@newsgrouper.org.invalid> wrote:
chefly <deal@me.al> posted:
Well I like cuppy little grease gifts some times, so there!
Nyah nyah.
Getting your sausage cuppy is critical to make the UFO musubi. BTW,
they are delicious.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B0eQPjjZYjg
+1
I might riff that to kimchi and crispy chile garlic oil on top
One UFO musubi and kim chee would be a complete meal for me. My feed requirements
are quite low.
chefly <deal@me.al> posted:
On Thu, 02 Apr 2026 20:56:56 GMT
dsi1 <user4746@newsgrouper.org.invalid> wrote:
chefly <deal@me.al> posted:
Well I like cuppy little grease gifts some times, so there!
Nyah nyah.
Getting your sausage cuppy is critical to make the UFO musubi.
BTW, they are delicious.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B0eQPjjZYjg
+1
I might riff that to kimchi and crispy chile garlic oil on top
One UFO musubi and kim chee would be a complete meal for me. My feed requirements are quite low.
On Thu, 02 Apr 2026 20:22:14 GMT
dsi1 <user4746@newsgrouper.org.invalid> wrote:
chefly <deal@me.al> posted:
On Wed, 1 Apr 2026 12:35:11 -0500
Bryan Simmons <bryangsimmons@gmail.com> wrote:
On 3/31/2026 7:32 PM, Hank Rogers wrote:
dsi1 wrote on 3/31/2026 7:10 PM:For some reason that reminded me of this.
ItsJoanNotJoAnn@webtv.net <user4742@newsgrouper.org.invalid>
posted:
And I'm not ashamed. I had another pepperoni French bread
pizza today and it was as yummy as the one I had for brunch
on Sunday. Mmmmm-mmmm
😋 🍕
Pepperoni is also tasty shingled on top of cheese of your
choice before placing that slice of bread on top and making a
grilled cheese sandwich.
~
You can make pizza out of most breads - even a tortilla.
Tojo, your tortilla pizzas are FAMOUS!
Soon, people on da mainland will discover them, and they will
be trending. Especially in montana. Lots of Hiwayans there,
yoose know.
https://www.ebay.com/itm/178007996611
Rare to find anyone who read or even recalls Brautigan.
One of our most prolific hippy era writers, but a massively
disturbed and self-destructive man.
I particularly enjoyed "The Revenge of the Lawn" and "Sombrero
Fallout".
But the rest of his works were all stirring and highly visual.
A troubled genius, but still a genius:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Brautigan
Brautigan was born in Tacoma, Washington,the only child of Bernard
Frederick "Ben" Brautigan Jr. (July 29, 1908 – May 27, 1994), a
factory worker and laborer, and Lulu Mary "Mary Lou" Keho (April 7,
1911 – September 24, 2005), a waitress. In May 1934, eight months
before Richard's birth, Bernard and Mary Lou separated.
Brautigan said that he met his biological father only twice. But
after Richard's death, Bernard appeared to have been unaware that
Richard was his child, saying, "He's got the same last name, but
why would they wait 45 to 50 years to tell me I've got a son?"
In 1938, Brautigan and his mother began living with Arthur Martin
Titland. The couple had a daughter, Barbara Ann, born on May 1,
1939, in Tacoma. Brautigan said that he had a very traumatic
experience when, at age nine, his mother left him and his
four-year-old sister unattended in a motel room in Great Falls,
Montana, for two days.
...
Brautigan was raised in poverty; he told his daughter stories of
his mother sifting rat feces out of their supply of flour before
making flour-and-water pancakes. Brautigan's family found it
difficult to obtain food, and on some occasions they did not eat
for days. The family lived on welfare and moved about the Pacific
Northwest for nine years before settling in Eugene, Oregon, in
August 1944.
Brautigan drew on his childhood in the poems and stories that he
wrote from as early as the age of 12. His novel So the Wind Won't
Blow It All Away (1982) is loosely based on childhood events,
including an incident in which Brautigan accidentally shot the
brother of a close friend in the ear, injuring him slightly.
On September 12, 1950, Brautigan enrolled at South Eugene High
School. He wrote for his high school newspaper, the Eugene High
School News. He also played on the school's basketball team. He was
6 feet 4 inches (1.93 m) tall by the time of his graduation. On
December 19, 1952, Brautigan's first published poem, "The Light",
appeared in the school newspaper. Brautigan graduated with honors
from Eugene High School on June 9, 1953.
After graduation, he moved in with his best friend Peter Webster,
and Peter's mother Edna Webster became a surrogate mother to
Brautigan. According to several accounts, Brautigan stayed with the
Websters for about a year before leaving for San Francisco for the
first time in August 1954. He returned to Oregon several times,
apparently for lack of money.
On December 14, 1955, Brautigan was arrested for throwing a rock
through a police station window, supposedly to be sent to prison
and fed. He was arrested for disorderly conduct and fined $25. He
was committed to the Oregon State Hospital on December 24, 1955,
after police noticed patterns of erratic behavior.
At the Oregon State Hospital Brautigan was diagnosed with paranoid
schizophrenia and clinical depression, and was treated with
electroconvulsive therapy 12 times. While institutionalized, he
began writing The God of the Martians, a manuscript of 20 very
short chapters totaling 600 words. The manuscript was sent to at
least two editors but was rejected by both, and remains
unpublished.(A copy of the manuscript was discovered with the
papers of the last of those editors, Harry Hooton, sometime after
1961.
On February 19, 1956, Brautigan was released from the hospital and
briefly lived with his mother, stepfather, and siblings in Eugene.
He left for San Francisco, where he would spend most of the rest of
his life except for periods in Tokyo and Montana.
...
In 1984, at age 49, Richard Brautigan had moved to Bolinas,
California, where he was living alone in a large, old house that he
had bought with his earnings years earlier. He died of a
self-inflicted .44 Magnum gunshot wound to the head. His decomposed
body was found by David Fechheimer, a friend and private
investigator, on October 25, 1984. The body was found on the living
room floor, in front of a large window that, though shrouded by
trees, looked out over the Pacific Ocean. Due to the decomposition
of the body it is speculated that Brautigan had ended his life over
a month earlier, on September 16, 1984, days after talking to
friend Marcia Clay on the telephone (neighbors heard a loud noise
that Sunday while watching an NFL game). Brautigan was survived by
his parents, both ex-wives, and his daughter Ianthe.
According to Michael Caines, writing in The Times Literary
Supplement, the story that Brautigan left a suicide note that
simply read: "Messy, isn't it?" is apocryphal. Ianthe Brautigan has
confirmed that her father did not leave such a message.
I read a couple of his books back in the 70's. However, these days,
Trout Fishing in America reminds me of these guys.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w-ia13f72-4
+1
https://youtu.be/XIGkGABm4Wg?t=77
chefly <deal@me.al> wrote:A longer iteration:
On Thu, 02 Apr 2026 20:22:14 GMT
dsi1 <user4746@newsgrouper.org.invalid> wrote:
chefly <deal@me.al> posted:
On Wed, 1 Apr 2026 12:35:11 -0500
Bryan Simmons <bryangsimmons@gmail.com> wrote:
On 3/31/2026 7:32 PM, Hank Rogers wrote:
dsi1 wrote on 3/31/2026 7:10 PM:For some reason that reminded me of this.
ItsJoanNotJoAnn@webtv.net <user4742@newsgrouper.org.invalid>
posted:
And I'm not ashamed. I had another pepperoni French bread
pizza today and it was as yummy as the one I had for brunch
on Sunday. Mmmmm-mmmm
😋 🍕
Pepperoni is also tasty shingled on top of cheese of your
choice before placing that slice of bread on top and making a
grilled cheese sandwich.
~
You can make pizza out of most breads - even a tortilla.
Tojo, your tortilla pizzas are FAMOUS!
Soon, people on da mainland will discover them, and they will
be trending. Especially in montana. Lots of Hiwayans there,
yoose know.
https://www.ebay.com/itm/178007996611
Rare to find anyone who read or even recalls Brautigan.
One of our most prolific hippy era writers, but a massively
disturbed and self-destructive man.
I particularly enjoyed "The Revenge of the Lawn" and "Sombrero
Fallout".
But the rest of his works were all stirring and highly visual.
A troubled genius, but still a genius:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Brautigan
Brautigan was born in Tacoma, Washington,the only child of Bernard
Frederick "Ben" Brautigan Jr. (July 29, 1908 – May 27, 1994), a
factory worker and laborer, and Lulu Mary "Mary Lou" Keho (April
7, 1911 – September 24, 2005), a waitress. In May 1934, eight
months before Richard's birth, Bernard and Mary Lou separated.
Brautigan said that he met his biological father only twice. But
after Richard's death, Bernard appeared to have been unaware that
Richard was his child, saying, "He's got the same last name, but
why would they wait 45 to 50 years to tell me I've got a son?"
In 1938, Brautigan and his mother began living with Arthur Martin
Titland. The couple had a daughter, Barbara Ann, born on May 1,
1939, in Tacoma. Brautigan said that he had a very traumatic
experience when, at age nine, his mother left him and his
four-year-old sister unattended in a motel room in Great Falls,
Montana, for two days.
...
Brautigan was raised in poverty; he told his daughter stories of
his mother sifting rat feces out of their supply of flour before
making flour-and-water pancakes. Brautigan's family found it
difficult to obtain food, and on some occasions they did not eat
for days. The family lived on welfare and moved about the Pacific
Northwest for nine years before settling in Eugene, Oregon, in
August 1944.
Brautigan drew on his childhood in the poems and stories that he
wrote from as early as the age of 12. His novel So the Wind Won't
Blow It All Away (1982) is loosely based on childhood events,
including an incident in which Brautigan accidentally shot the
brother of a close friend in the ear, injuring him slightly.
On September 12, 1950, Brautigan enrolled at South Eugene High
School. He wrote for his high school newspaper, the Eugene High
School News. He also played on the school's basketball team. He
was 6 feet 4 inches (1.93 m) tall by the time of his graduation.
On December 19, 1952, Brautigan's first published poem, "The
Light", appeared in the school newspaper. Brautigan graduated
with honors from Eugene High School on June 9, 1953.
After graduation, he moved in with his best friend Peter Webster,
and Peter's mother Edna Webster became a surrogate mother to
Brautigan. According to several accounts, Brautigan stayed with
the Websters for about a year before leaving for San Francisco
for the first time in August 1954. He returned to Oregon several
times, apparently for lack of money.
On December 14, 1955, Brautigan was arrested for throwing a rock
through a police station window, supposedly to be sent to prison
and fed. He was arrested for disorderly conduct and fined $25. He
was committed to the Oregon State Hospital on December 24, 1955,
after police noticed patterns of erratic behavior.
At the Oregon State Hospital Brautigan was diagnosed with paranoid
schizophrenia and clinical depression, and was treated with
electroconvulsive therapy 12 times. While institutionalized, he
began writing The God of the Martians, a manuscript of 20 very
short chapters totaling 600 words. The manuscript was sent to at
least two editors but was rejected by both, and remains
unpublished.(A copy of the manuscript was discovered with the
papers of the last of those editors, Harry Hooton, sometime after
1961.
On February 19, 1956, Brautigan was released from the hospital and
briefly lived with his mother, stepfather, and siblings in Eugene.
He left for San Francisco, where he would spend most of the rest
of his life except for periods in Tokyo and Montana.
...
In 1984, at age 49, Richard Brautigan had moved to Bolinas,
California, where he was living alone in a large, old house that
he had bought with his earnings years earlier. He died of a
self-inflicted .44 Magnum gunshot wound to the head. His
decomposed body was found by David Fechheimer, a friend and
private investigator, on October 25, 1984. The body was found on
the living room floor, in front of a large window that, though
shrouded by trees, looked out over the Pacific Ocean. Due to the
decomposition of the body it is speculated that Brautigan had
ended his life over a month earlier, on September 16, 1984, days
after talking to friend Marcia Clay on the telephone (neighbors
heard a loud noise that Sunday while watching an NFL game).
Brautigan was survived by his parents, both ex-wives, and his
daughter Ianthe.
According to Michael Caines, writing in The Times Literary
Supplement, the story that Brautigan left a suicide note that
simply read: "Messy, isn't it?" is apocryphal. Ianthe Brautigan
has confirmed that her father did not leave such a message.
I read a couple of his books back in the 70's. However, these days,
Trout Fishing in America reminds me of these guys.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w-ia13f72-4
+1
https://youtu.be/XIGkGABm4Wg?t=77
Good stuff
I recognize that song. Used to hear it on my college radio a lot.
In 1984, at age 49, Richard Brautigan had moved to Bolinas, California, where he was living alone in a large, old house that he had bought with his earnings years earlier. He died of a self-inflicted .44 Magnum gunshot wound to the head. His decomposed body was found by David Fechheimer, a friend and private investigator, on October 25, 1984. The body was found on the living room floor, in front of a large window that, though shrouded by trees, looked out over the Pacific Ocean. Due to the decomposition of the body it is speculated that Brautigan had ended his life over a month earlier, on September 16, 1984, days after talking to friend Marcia Clay on the telephone (neighbors heard a loud noise that Sunday while watching an NFL game). Brautigan was survived by his parents, both ex-wives, and his daughter Ianthe.
According to Michael Caines, writing in The Times Literary Supplement,
the story that Brautigan left a suicide note that simply read: "Messy,
isn't it?" is apocryphal. Ianthe Brautigan has confirmed that her
father did not leave such a message.
A longer iteration:
https://youtu.be/F-h0MDpnKIE
chefly <deal@me.al> wrote:
Major snippage
A longer iteration:
https://youtu.be/F-h0MDpnKIE
You just jogged a memory. My sister and I bought their album.
Don’t hold me to it, but I think it was Lost in the Ozone.
chefly <deal@me.al> posted:
In 1984, at age 49, Richard Brautigan had moved to Bolinas,
California, where he was living alone in a large, old house that he
had bought with his earnings years earlier. He died of a
self-inflicted .44 Magnum gunshot wound to the head. His decomposed
body was found by David Fechheimer, a friend and private
investigator, on October 25, 1984. The body was found on the living
room floor, in front of a large window that, though shrouded by
trees, looked out over the Pacific Ocean. Due to the decomposition
of the body it is speculated that Brautigan had ended his life over
a month earlier, on September 16, 1984, days after talking to
friend Marcia Clay on the telephone (neighbors heard a loud noise
that Sunday while watching an NFL game). Brautigan was survived by
his parents, both ex-wives, and his daughter Ianthe.
According to Michael Caines, writing in The Times Literary
Supplement, the story that Brautigan left a suicide note that
simply read: "Messy, isn't it?" is apocryphal. Ianthe Brautigan has confirmed that her father did not leave such a message.
What's the deal with writers that kill themselves, eh?
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