I've been saving this one for an extra special Sunday:

COMEDY

Where can a man buy a cap for his knee?
Or a key to a lock of his hair?
Can your eyes be called an academy
Because there are two pupils there?
What jewels are in the crown of your head?
Who walked on the bridge of your nose?
Can you do the shingling on the roof of your mouth
With the nails on the ends of your toes?
Can the crook of your elbow be sent to jail?
If so, what did it do?
Can you sit the shade of the palm of your hand?
Be darned if I know, do you?
Did you ever sharpen your shoulder blades?
Can you beat the drums in your ears?
Do the calves in your legs eat the corn on your toes?
Then why not grow corn on the ears?

(Author Unknown)Darling Daughter is coming for Sunday Dinner. We are having cobb salad, deviled pork chops. rice and green bean casserole.

DEVILED PORK CHOPS

(Adapted from "How Iowa Cooks" (1992) By the Tipton (Iowa) Women's Club. This recipe credited to Mrs. W.L. Mooty of Grundy Center, wife of the former Lieutenant Governor)

6 thick-cut rib pork chops
1 Tbl. shortening or olive oil
1/2 cup water

Marinade:

(make two batches: one to use with the raw meat, and a fresh batch to save back for the sauce)

3 Tbl. chili sauce
2 Tbl. lemon juice
1 Tbl. grated onion
1/2 tsp. salt
1/2 tsp. dry mustard
2 tsp. Worcestershire sauce
1/2 tsp. paprika

Combine all the marinade ingredients for the first batch. Spread the chops with this marinade and cover. Let stand in refrigerator overnight. When ready to cook, drain and brown the chops on both sides in the shortening over medium heat. Drain the fat. Add the second batch of marinade-sauce and the water. Reduce heat, cover and simmer until chops are tender, about 45 minutes. Uncover and reduce-thicken the sauce.

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If you ever need a hero:

Edna Frances - my tiny little mama, who could move refrigerators all by herself. Orphaned at 14 and widowed at 33, she turned down every offer to adopt out her four, gorgeous children and held the family together. She was a voracious reader, always liked a funny story, could sew with any pattern, fed 14 people every night, quoted Shakespeare and the Bible all muddled together, had the complete set of Watkins linaments and salves, loved anything with butterflies on it, and always looked out for the stray pups and orphans in this life. I think of her whenever I see yellow roses.

Joyce Fay - my big sister. The Scrappy-Doo, middle child. She had her own baby blue convertible, three beautiful children and more friends than there are stars in the sky. She used to say, "I'm very healthy for someone with Lou Gehrig's." But you see, you don't stay healthy with Lou Gehrig's. It paralyzes your body inch by slow inch, while that wondrous mind kept on going like The Energizer Bunny. She decided, real early on, to model B-R-A-V-E-R-Y to all of us. She succeeded, in spades.

Happy Memorial Day.