THE OPENING IS ALWAYS THE BEST PART

We see a dark skinned Laurence Pierson latina in the opening credits of HOOK. L'NE & SINKER. Whose worldly wild at heart values cause her to lie about me and let me go for a more worldly and respectible man of letters. Even that tall man who was raised on some chicken egg farm among the seven [Hillsboros] of the 666 beast west of 666 Beaverton, Oregon in Washington County. Then the opening goes directly to that little annoying underground critter in the CADDYSHACK prophecy about Donald Trump upsetting the golf cart at all of those polite society Republican Party country clubs in 2016. ~ GSR/TWN ~ GREG'S STEAMED CLAMS: Steam up a pot of your favorite clams. Then poor your favorite garlic butter basil cream sauce over the entire batch. The difference being I use a whole wheat 90/10 sour dough loaf mix for the drippings, complimented with that cheap French/Italian white wine that comes in a fish shaped bottle. ~ Still nothing? ~ How about GREG'S BAREBACK FRIED CHICHEN? Fuck all of those [secret 11 spices] breaded fried chicken recipes that your mother taught you when you were a little girl. Just fry the hello Jesus out of two pounds of friers in a seasoned cast iron pan half full of boiling hot virgin olive oil. Turning them over and over until the skin is a golden brow; then let simmer on low with a lid for a good 45 minutes. Save the leftover mixture of olive oil and chichen grease fat in your freezer for you next big outdoor summer breaded fish fry party. You know what they always say in France when you try something rather different looking on the menue; such as frog legs or snails smothered to death in garlic parsley butter, "Tastes like chicken..."