I’ma cut em

Today we are having a bar-b-q sale at work for our department. We raise money for the Christmas Party and other social events through occasional sales, dues, plus we sale candy bars, chips, and soft drinks in the break room on the honor system. Today I signed up to bring some bar-b-q baked beans. When I got off of work last night I went to the world of wally and picked up my ingredients: beans, bell peppers, onions, bbq sauce, and ground beef. I already had the brown sugar at the house. So there I stand last night mincing onions, dicing bell peppers and browning ground beef. I hooked the beans up. I ate a little sample last night and they were banging. I go to put my beans in the frig this morning and what do I see, a crock pot full of pork and beans without an ounce of sauce on them. Low and behold next to them in a Kroger’s bag there sits three cans of no name beans the likes of I have never seen in my life. I slaved over a hot stove last night cooking and these sorry rascals that also signed up to bring beans didn’t put in an ounce of effort. This is not the first time this has happened. The last time it happened was when I made chili for the chili sale. But I am announcing on this blog right now. If they mix my bar-b-q beans made with the recipe passed down to me from my Grandma on my Mothers side I’ma cut em. Don’t hate because I took the time to hook it up and you picked up your beans on the way to work this morning. Don’t be upset when you got to take a crock pot full of Showboat’s back to the house. Don’t get upset when the person in line if front of you when you get your plate says “hold on a minute, I don’t want any straight out of the can Showboats, I want some of the beans with ground beef in them that J Luv made with the recipe passed down to him from his Grandma on his Mother’s side”. Just stand back, shut up, and make sure you get some of them too.(LOL)