G, How Easy.
I used to work in social work. A young man came into our transitional living program (a program for 17-21 year-olds) with white-power gang tattoos. We played dumb about the ink and staffed the young man with all black workers. A few months into the program, I asked him about the tattoos. He admitted they were gang related and racist, because he hated black people. I asked him about his staff. Did he hate them? No, he liked all of them. Especially Fred. He was a good-old boy like him. Fred liked to fish and hunt. Heck, Fred even taught him how to cook. I asked him if he ever thought his tattoos were hurtful to good people. He admitted he regretted them, but ink is permanent. Well, we couldn't get rid of them, but we could change them. A local tattoo artist covered them for free. A year or so later, the young man made us dinner....wanted to show off his skills. One of the items on the menu was Fred's Green Beans. To this day, I only make Fred's Green Beans.
Drain canned green beans
Heat your skillet until it's sizzling hot
(I use cast iron, sometimes I use my wok)
Add about a tablespoon of butter, allow to melt
Add the green beans and fry them up.
Salt and pepper and serve.
Carter, Cole, Conner, and Caleb
If yours are anything like mine, threats of violence won't make them all smile at the same time. Three would look great, one would make rabbit ears. I'd yell at Bugs Bunny wanna-be and he'd straighten up, but then someone else would cross his eyes. Finally, I decided if you can't beat them, join them. I'd tell them to get me one picture I could send to family and then they could do have their fun- no holds barred. We've had so much fun with it, sometimes the goofy shot becomes the keeper.