The Geriatric Gourmet Disclaimer
This is not a professional website. It
is a hobby of delirium-delusion,
babbling and meandering. And I am
about as goofy and crazy as an
hound dog, sittin’ out in the
barnyard scratchin’ fleas and
howlin’ at the moon.

You are free to download anything
on this site, that is downloadable, at
no cost but what you download is
what you get and there are neither
guarantees nor tech support.

I spend summers at my hideout, in
the deep woods among the goblins
and banshees, at 9000 feet in the
Santa Fe National forest.  So far, I
don’t allow TVs, computers or any
communication monkey business

As best I understand it, this is how
it works:  The recipes are all in PDF
files.  You click on the link of the
picture or name of the recipe.
The PDF opens and if you want to
keep it, you save it to your

You will have to have
Reader (or some equivalent PDF
reader) installed on your computer.
You can download it free.

I notice that when I click on one of
the recipe links to a PDF, the little
download box appears and does its
thing.  Then there is a long pause
and nothing happens.  You will
wonder if it didn't’t work and then
about that time, the PDF
opens………so be patient.

Most of the time, the site is not
monitored and I may or my not
answer emails.  What time I spend
with this mess is mostly trying to
put together the content and it is
very time consuming. I also spend a
lot of my time lost in the woods and
looking for
wondering what I went out there

When the website has the
inevitable problems, it’s because I’
m poor and made it myself and I
don’t know what I’m doing.

I used Yahoo Site Builder to do it
and, while the tech support is very
good, as with instructions for all
things, great and small, I find
myself more often vexed and
confused by them than
understanding and accomplishing
anything. I have no doubt that
many things on the site won't work
right...................oh well, gotta start

However, over the years,
I’ve enjoyed some praise for the
recipes (both prepared and served
by me and others) so acquiring,
preparing and serving them may be
worth the trouble of putting up with
the goofy website.
Because I am an old poot,
I don’t see so well
anymore: Of great
irritation to us old poots is
all the teeny-weeny fine
print on websites, credit
card and bank terms and
conditions, and
instructions for just about
anything, omnis.

So I put all my recipes in
PDF files with
BIG font so
that anybody, who can,
read can read them.

A couple of goofy things
happen when you click on

Sometimes a blank page
opens in the browser.  And
then, after you get the
little download box, there
is a long pause when
nothing happens, and
about the time you think it
isn’t going to work,
bugger opens up.

Dammed computer
monkey business!

If I live long enough, I’m
going to translate the
recipes and all this
monkey business into
Spanish, German, Italian
and, with a lot of help,
Your name:
Your email address:
Your phone number:
City, State
Request More Information

Use this form to contact us to get more
information about our company, products,
or services.
This is the little Contact form that came
with the website program. But actually
there are no products and services on this
website and what you see is what you get. I
am retired now.
My company was called
and, technically, it still exists but when I get
calls for jobs, I farm them out to friends
who are still in the business. I only do
drafting for my own goofy stuff now.
This Contact Monkey Business
Does not yet function because I
have not yet figured ot how to
make it work.

It’s too soon now anyway; the
whole site is still a mess.
Here is some, for
whatever its worth
(not much), monkey

More Babble (http://goo.
gl/5hUjq1) to be ignored:

Confessions of an asocial-
media person:

Self interest and, at least some,
vanity are survival necessities.
And while I understand that, in
the grand scheme of things, my
significance is so
infinitesimally minor that it
can’t be calculated, I’m as
vain and self-centered as
anybody. About things like
Facebook and hand held
gizmos (cell phones, tablets
etc.), I notice that some of us
are so obsessed with them that
we sometimes endanger each
other e.g. texting while
driving, and we miss much of
life around us. We don’t stop
smell the roses (http://goo.
We put stuff on Facebook that
interests only us and is ignored
by everybody else. Even if it’s
significant (politics,
economics, science etc.), most
ignore it and certainly nobody
cares if your cheeseburger
came with bacon or not
Why We Do What We Do).
So, I occasionally check
Facebook in little 2-3 day
spurts but, mostly, I ignore it.

This website is very self-
centered and serves as my own
little social media mess. If
anybody really cares about
what I think, they can go to the
trouble to open this monkey
business and see it here.
The Empire Syndrome
I didn't cause it
Technology Disclaimer:
One mess I didn’t make.
Meaning of Life

I spent a good part of my youth getting
bad grades in school because, when I
should have been listening, I was
staring out the window. Thinking
about religion, philosophy, Einstein –
Relativity, physics etc., I was trying
to figure out what it’s all about. Why
are we here?

Much later in life, an answer bubbled
up. It’s not good for, and won’t be
accepted by everybody, but it
satisfies me and I got to stop
worrying about it.

We are here to keep each other
company. For me, this means that the
most important thing that will ever
happen in my life is friendship.
I you have trouble with this
website; it may be because you
need to learn more about how
to do it. Instructions are
A Mother’s Love

Later, it occurred to me that I had overlooked the
most important thing in ALL human experience.
Without A Mother’s Love, we might all be here, but
we would have evolved into some other kind of
species e.g. Lizard. Without the Mother’s Love all
mammals would have become extinct before they
ever even got started (evolution).

So AML first. And after all, who is most often your
best friend and from whom do you learn what
friendship is?
Beware of these eyes!
They belong to a Weird thing
that, among the Indian Spirits,
hunt the woods around Cuatro
Alamos on full moon nights
and might turn you into a
Banshee Chipmunk.
Grand Buckets of Toad
Ohhhhhhhhhh – Stinky!
Mark Stinkerbug
Sandar PeePee