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[Delmonico]

Since Trinity didn't come in to supper last night, Delmonico warms up the pie for Slim, whenever he gets his butt out of bed and comes to breakfast.  Delmonico also statrts boiling the tounge in vinegar and spices and also starts boiling the heart and liver to make the Braunsweiger.

The kitchen is soon filled with fragrent steam.  Delmonico figgers that drifting up-stairs will soon wake up Slim.  Looking in the ice box, Delmonico sees the horseradish is almost gone so he bring some more roots from the cekllar and grinds those also, filling the kitchen with the not even close to mild smell of horseradish.  His eyes water as he grinds be he is carful not to let his nose drip in the ground root.

(Author's note: If anyone has ever ground horseradish the last bit will be well understood. )

[Delmonico]

Late in the afternoon, Delmonico decides Slim has slept long enough and takes a cold pitcher of water up stairs to gently awake him.   Opening Slim's door he sees no Slim and the Mighty London's Best 10 gauge is also not hanging on the wall.

Delmonico goes to the barn and sees Slim's horse is gone, Slim has snuck home a day early.

Delmonico keeps the pie in the warming oven, Trinity or litl rooser may be hungry, Delmonico sure ain't going to eat it.

[Trinity]

Trinity bursts into the kitchen clutching a fork and knife.  "Ah heard there be a meat pah! "

Trinity goes to the table, his feet making a squishing sound inside his boots.

[Lucky Irish Tom]

Irish walks in and gets a cup of coffee as Trinity is wolfing down the pie.  Del smells like steak and kidney pie that Trinity is eating, and it also smells like somebody has been making horseradish.  Enjoy that Trinity, most folks won't eat it.  Irish takes his coffee out on the porch.

[Delmonico]

Delmonico makes a note in his cookbook that Trinity will eat rubbish that no one else will, but then we knew that.

Delmonico also looks for a tripe recipe, heck might as well not waste the good stuff on him.

[litl rooster]

lil rooster comes in and pours a coffee offers some to Lucky Irish Tom and Delmonico,.  Seeing the pickled tongue he slices some off and puts between some of the sourdough and throws on a helpin' of horseradish. yer right Del, Trinity will eat anything, give him some of the Tripe.

[Trinity]

"Dail, if ya grind that thar tripe up an' spread it on braid, it'll taste great!"

[Delmonico]

 

[Trinity]

Do ya need another can?

[litl rooster]

wuld ya lik biscits n mustard with that

[Trinity]

Nah.  Just a slash of white bread will do fine.  Thanks. 

[Lucky Irish Tom]

Trinity lad, you will eat anything! 

[Trinity]

As long as it once walked, crawled or slithered.  (or flew)   If it were once stuck in the ground, it ain' part of my diet.

[Marshal harpoluke]

 

Ya kin call Trinity anything Ya want, jes don't call Him late fer Dinner.

[Trinity]

I'm late for almost everything else, but dinner?   No way! 

[Delmonico]

Delmonico looks at Trinity. "Bread used to grow in the ground."

[Trinity]

And so did beer an' spirits, but all of these are processed to a point that ain' recognizable to their original form. 

[Delmonico]

Delmonico says, "Well them have some turnip likker, made it myself using yer #4 still."

[Trinity]

"That'll 'splain why them profits were down fer that still!  Now Ah gotta run some tater likker through it ta sterilize it."

[Delmonico]

"I made Brussel Sprout Brandy in the #2 one."   

"I made Radish Rum in the #1 one."

"Which one ya want me to run the Cabbage Con-yack in.