Experpts from "A Broke Cowboy's Cookbook."
Now having thought I had learned my lesson ‘bout women I was perfectly happy living in Mérida, Yucatán, México, single, riding my Harley, scuba diving, watching the ‘Boys on Sunday afternoons laying out by my pool drinking beer.
Welp, fate shows up and I run into this absolutely beautiful, knock down gorgeous woman in the jungle in the State of Campeche, México, both of us there on business, and fell head over heels in love at first sight meaning I hadn’t learned anything after all. This beautiful lady’s name is Mayté, “Precious”, Aguilar.
I chased this woman all over the Yucatán Peninsula for six months before she would agree to even have a drink with me. First, howsoever, I had to agree to some “interviews”. Interviews? Well, OK, I’m an ex-bull rider with several one-point landings on my head, I’m game. First interview was with her bodyguard, a real Neanderthal with calluses on his knuckles. See, his hands dragged the ground when he walked, sorta like an ape. We got wasted one afternoon on beer during the interview and after that he and I were big buddies proving I can talk my way into just about anything. My problem has always been once I’ve talked my way into something is talking my way back out of it.
After that came eight more interviews, her godmother and several other people very close and protective of her. The last ones were her two brothers, then her mother and father.
Nine interviews.
Nine.
Now we get to have that drink.
Welp, after several dates and me slobbering all over myself each time we would meet in very public places, we finally hooked up, boyfriend/girlfriend, (parejas in Spanish), then the church and then we started a ranch down in the Yucatán Peninsula together.
“By Gawd’s” Dirty Michelada
Most of you rascals have snuck off to Mexico at one time in your life and were introduced to the Michelada. I sometimes use this as my “Bloody Mary” when I have imitated John Travolta the night before. Really pretty simple and in spite of all the yuppie legends you do not have to have Mexican beer. What I think is your own favorite beer is what you really want to taste. For me it’s Coors Light.
4 drops of Tabasco Sauce
1/4 tsp Worcestershire Sauce
Dashes of Salt and Ground Pepper
1 jigger of lime juice
1 lime wedge
1 can of your favorite beer
First you want to put some salt on a saucer, rub a lime wedge around the glass you are going to drink it in, then rub the rim of the glass in the salt until you have the whole rim coated pretty good with salt. Next, drop in about 4 cubes of ice. Pour in the limejuice on top of the ice, then the Tabasco Sauce then the Worcestershire Sauce, salt and pepper. Now the beer and drop in the used lime wedge.
You can find more drink recipes plus over a 115 other great recipes from breakfast through supper and the download version of the book plus more about David W. By Gawd Andrews at http://www.abrokecowboyscookbook.com/ and Rancho "La Valentina" at http://www.rancholavalentina.com/ .
4 comments:
Did we ever meet? I stumbled across your web site and saw the references to Freddie Fagan and Amy Gamblin. I lived in Bloomington and roped at the Fagan arena quite a bit with my dad. Amy Gamblin was a good friend and one year he went with us to Dallas to the NFR. All this was in the early 60's. We also used to quail hunt on the Fagan ranch. I've bookmarked your site to later peruse it and the recipes when I have more time.
Terrel: We most likely did. I was the "kid" on the buckskin living with Freddie and Ms. Fagan ropin' in the morning and late afternoons. My old man was Charlie Andrews that owned that big App stud that Amy trained for cuttin' and kept at his place while he was training him. That was the year after my two summers with Freddie and Amy learning how to rope. Maybe you remember that big stud, Quanah Primo. I have a lot of great memories of the Fagan Family, including Linda Fagan who was a pretty good roper herself in those days and Amy and his wife, Freddy's sister. Contact me at dwbgandrews@gmail.com .
Hi, I was just searching my Grandpas name and came upon this site. Sounds like you guys may remember my grandpa, Amye Gamblin? Bet you have some great stories about Amye and Uncle Freddy and the rest of the Fagan bunch. Anyway, just wanted to say Hi!
Ms. Gamblin: Yes, I knew your Grandpa Amy and your Uncle Freddy very well. Your Aunt Linda, too. Yes, got some great stories and some great memories of two very fine cowboys that greatly influenced my life.
Post a Comment