Did you know before they invented crowbars, crows mostly drank at home?

Sunny Saturday Morning here, and we are in the secret season.  Snowbirds haven't yet flown south, and that's good because I don't want to share my fried plantains with anyone!  :)

One plantain beginning to turn from yellow to black, sliced into medallions, dusted with cinnamon and sugar, and fried in a teaspoon of butter.

You can't complain about that for breakfast even if it is a bit high in carbs.




A beaver wants to start dating. He sees a nice girl online, reaches out and they agree to meet at the bar.

The beaver arrives first and orders a drink. Just then the girl arrives. He looks at her and sees the flat tail, webbed feet, brown fur and then…. Oh no, her face!

She comes over and he blurts out, “you’re a platypus!”

She seems slightly embarrassed, “well, yes, there was a picture of me on my online profile”

“Oh, I thought you were just doing duck lips for the camera.”

She sits and the bartender takes her order.

The beaver goes on, “I’m sorry, just not too many platypuses around, I mean, are you even from here?”

The platypus, now visibly upset says, “I don’t know why that is any of your dam(n) business!”

“What does my families construction company have to do with this!” And the beaver stands up and leaves.

The bartender comes over with the platypuses drink and says, “err, sorry love, but he didn’t leave any cash or a card.”

The platypus sighed, “I guess this means the bills on me”