The New
Improved Burke Family Xmas Letter
Tacky as ever. Politically
Incorrect yet Sensitive. Surviving two
more apocalypses in 2012.
Vol. 3 #18 (We make this up each
year just like congress makes laws)
Editor’s note: For years the Luddite
Family, aka the Burkes, has created a blog page for this missive. Attempting to remain modern, this year we
will create a trial sample using something new- a tax-supported government program
called snail mail. Homeland Security, NIH,
and Facebook have foiled all other plans for viral distribution.
2011 in
review:
Liam and Jessica got married. Moira
matriculated. The government reluctantly
agreed to pay the Social Security ‘entitlement’. James remained as deaf as the antique
cat. The antique cat returned to
stardust. The garden grew.
A Tale of Two Cities:
Moira (right) and Cohorts |
NYC luxury 1 Star Accomodations |
New Owners of this bridge to Brooklyn |
Sweet Pea and Poppy (Aka ‘troublemaker’ and ‘co-conspirator’) arrived
from GreenHill Society, our local animal shelter. The kittens filed all of the necessary
documents to claim ownership to the home and graciously allow the Burkes to
co-exist as long as food, clean cat boxes and lap space are provided. Favorite toys? The plastic pull tabs from orange juice
containers.
Packin' at Trader Joe's:
Shameless Product Placement |
Liam is currently packing at Trader Joe's in Medford; packing goodies for elitist food snobs. (Elitist are those who drink two buck chuck). Jessica continues working with elementary school children in Medford. We don't know if she's packin' or not.
The Travel is
Afoot, Watson:
The View; Ah, the view. And we’re
not talking about a clutch of gaggling women on the telly. Moira and Andy can see the entire SFO bay,
all the bridges, and Oakland from their home.
The April trip to the bay area was spectacular. What a wonderful place to live while Moira
works for Facebook and Andy thrives at Twitter. The hills are knee and hip killers, however.
NOT the real view |
The Vacation
Club:
“We’re not a time share, we’re a vacation club,” Raphael, an ex-kicker
for the Dallas Cowboys, whatever that means, explained. “You can use ANY of our wonderful resorts
whenever you wish. Or we’ll guarantee to
sell them for you at a profit. Just
invest before noon and you’ll receive almost 3% return on your investment over
ten years. Honest! Cross my heart.”
The Krystal Cancun offered an internet deal that was too good to
believe. Six days, five nights, all the mediocre
food we could eat, and watered down drinks. It was too good to believe, and all
we needed to do was agree to a simple ninety-minute presentation. Three and a half hours later, greedy with
visions of unlimited wealth, we asked about seeing the contract, “You know- all
that written paperwork stuff that lawyers love.”
Watered down margarita |
Isla Mujeres Thirty Years Ago:
While in Cancun, James and Catherine visited the
Island of Women. Not a Mexican penal
colony for females, it was a delightful fishing village- complete with scenic
fishing boats pulled onto pristine sand, food vendors with push-carts, crystal
clear water where Catherine learned to snorkel, and a rustic hotel populated
with expats, hippies, and free-thinkers.
Isla Mujeres Today:
“Hey Amigo, look at my blankets, jewelry, hats, $20
flip-flops, and souvenirs. Make you a
good deal.” Wall to wall commercialism disguised
as quaint, locally owned shops fill every crevice of the island not already
filled with a modern high-rise condo. Instead
of the rickety, dangerous, wooden platform ferry we expected, we got there in 20
minutes on a luxury vessel complete with video advertisements of exciting
things to see.
The steamroller of time crushes on and on and on .
. . But Hey! If we join the Vacation Club, we can come
back and visit anytime we want to.
Trees removed; one digital camera squashed, but
James’ skull survived. Plants planted. Weeds destroyed by Catherine’s version of
Homeland Security. Finally, after months
of toil, Catherine’s garden was ready for the BIG EVENT.
“Excuse me sir, but is that a rare dispolopideous
dimameria,” one of the hundreds of visitors to the annual South Lane Mental Health Garden Tour Extravaganza asked.
He pointed into the garden, finger shaking with excitement.
“You are absolutely correct,” James replied, clueless,
“We call them raspberries and put them on ice cream. The Master Gardeners booth on the back deck
has other recipes, if you’re interested.”
The visitor wandered off muttering and shaking his
head. Meanwhile hundreds of patients and
gardeners roamed the garden, sharing comments, tips, wacky talk, and observations. It was an incredible day enjoyed by all who
attended.
Anniversaries:
Liam and Jessica celebrated their first year
anniversary. HIP . . .
Catherine and James celebrated 40 years- long
enough to qualify for something. HOORAH! . . .
And finally, ♪ Ta Da ♫, our FOOD recipes:
Tarts, the food variety. |
Bread Class |
After 2 bread making classes and a tart class (no
sexual innuendo or class distinction implied), James can make sourdough that is
sometimes edible. His yet-to-be-viral
recipe for “Feed Me Seymore” sourdough bread is on the Burke Family Blog Page. It’s a real recipe.
Bipartisanship 2012 |
Congressional Pie.
Ingredients:
Expensive Red and Blue food coloring
Post-election bitters
Used teabags
Subsidized corn flour (ethanol removed)
You can substitute any farm-subsidized product as long as it is a GMO
Post-election bitters
Used teabags
Subsidized corn flour (ethanol removed)
You can substitute any farm-subsidized product as long as it is a GMO
A flaky crust
NRA certified used lead
Directions:
NRA certified used lead
Directions:
Throw in everything. Self-ignition and proper cooking temperature
are spontaneous.
Fill the crust with this useless goo.
Add food colorings and serve.
Excellent for fiscal cliff-side picnics, political fund-raisers, rallies, and congressional committee meetings.
Fill the crust with this useless goo.
Add food colorings and serve.
Excellent for fiscal cliff-side picnics, political fund-raisers, rallies, and congressional committee meetings.
From our Family to Yours
May the season and the New Year bring you love,
peace, understanding of our world, and everything you need to be happy and
prosperous.
James and Catherine- “We approve this message.”