I send my SOS to the world

I send my SOS to the world

I hope that someone gets my

I hope that someone gets my

I hope that someone gets my

message in a bottle


If there’s one thing I don’t really miss about the 80’s, it would have to be The Police.  I honestly don’t know if it was the band or Sting himself.  What I do know is that their songs  brought a sense of urgency to find something else to listen to.


Yes I did end a sentence with a preposition.  I read somewhere here on the Internet that it’s more of a no-no in Latin and not so much here in Mercan.


So much for the non-sequitur lead into what could have been a ranting blog about musicians who practice solipsism.    There’s only one world here, and you’re in it right now without the benefit of bassists who proclaim the sexual benefits derived from Salutation to the Sun.


Ladies and gentlemen, if you’re looking for a brilliant collection of ingredients which go way beyond the constraints of Jewish dietary law, SOS is the way to go.


As I understand it, Dad picked up the recipe to this gastronomical assault during his days in the Army.  When I was growing up, SOS made its way to the dinner table on a regular basis somewhere between the assorted presentations of various loafs which typically served to offend my picky pallet.


Over the years, my travels around this great state of ours have introduced me to many a folk my same age who were introduced to the recipe in the same manner I was; right between tuna loaf and meat loaf.


When I met Wifey nearly twenty years ago, I knew she was a keeper when she served it up for me one night.


So I know the question that’s rifling through your skull right now, especially if you’ve never heard of SOS.  Cream chipped beef on toast is a traditional name, however I believe the  clinical term gathered from its service in the service is Shit On a Shingle.


I’ll give you a moment to catch your breath and fight back any heaving you may be entertaining.


Nowadays we don’t eat it a whole lot.  There’s not a whole lot of redeeming qualities from a lean protein, lots of veggies  point of view when you brown some ground meat, leave the grease, add flour and milk and slather it over white toast.


None the less, it does show up every once in awhile in front of my pie hole.  Shortly after, my lower GI reminds me why one of my sentimental favorites should only make occasional visits.


The alternative is to eat it on a regular basis and return the stomach pain I used to get in the 80’s while hearing stupid songs about messages in a bottle.

Randy Tharp

TharpSter is a husband to one woman, a father to two kids, a master to two dogs, an occasional cubical occupant, and unable to make up his mind on an adequate theme for this website.

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  1. Mmmm… Love SOS! Rarely eat it either though. Like the Police too! And now to hope I can remember your big words long enough to close the FB app & open the dictionary…

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