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Cherry Delight

Last week we catered a Christmas party for one of our favorite customers. When we got there and started setting up, I noticed this beautiful dessert on the kitchen counter:

I started snapping photos of our food - and of course, I had to take a picture of this.  I posted it with the other photos and a folks started asking about it.  It looked so good, like something that would be a big hit at any gathering. I asked the host if he's share the recipe. He said yes. So here it is:
Cherry Delight
Bake an angel food cake in a 9 x 13 rectangular pan. After it has fully cooled (upside down) for about an hour and a half, cut the cake in two so that you have two layers.
Mix: 2 packets of Dream-Whip 1/2 cup milk (room temp) 8 oz. cream cheese (room temp)
Blend this mixture until stiff, and spread half of this mixture between the two layers of angel food cake. Spread the other half of the cream cheese mixture on top. Finish it off with a can of cherry pie filling. Refrigerate for at least two h…

Thanksgiving and Chocolate Gravy

Thanksgiving seems like a perfect holiday to me. It's pretty much centered around food and eating and family and friends. It's not particularly political or religious and everybody can agree that most of us have got plenty to be thankful for. Everybody has holiday traditions. Everybody has holiday memories. And every year we have the opportunity to create new memories (and sometimes we even create new traditions).

Thanksgiving this year was really different for us. For the past few years, Mr. Beers and I have had wonderful Thanksgiving days with Wendy and Kathryn, our dear friends in Austin. Sometimes they come to our house, sometimes we go to theirs. The day is spent leisurely cooking, relaxing, visiting...

But this year, things worked out differently. The Bobo side of our family was having Thanksgiving on Thanksgiving Day in Dallas/Ft.Worth, while the Beers clan was making plans to celebrate the day on the following Saturday in Tulsa. So it seemed like a good plan: Go to Da…


Last weekend Mr. Beers and I were thrilled and honored to receive the Community Ally Award at the HRC Gala in San Antonio. They asked us if we'd like to speak, and speak we did. Well, just a little bit.  Here's a paraphrased version of our remarks.

Just about a week ago we were on a plane, on our way home from an amazing vacation in Puerto Vallarta. It was a true vacation by anyone's definition, but mostly by own own. The most difficult decision we had to make everyday was not whether to hang out with the Dallas Bears or the Atlanta Bears. It wasn't the decision of which app to use - Grindr, Growlr, or Scruff. The most difficult choices we had to make everyday were 1) which swimsuit to wear and 2) what drink to order once we got to the pool.
It was a wonderful, relaxing time. Every morning we would get up and walk for a mile or two on the beach, enjoying the quiet, enjoying the ocean... And almost every morning we would encounter newly hatched baby sea turtles, making…


Here at W. D. Deli our pay period is every two weeks.  This morning, as Mr. Beers was working on our payroll, he made this observation: "I had to enter new hire information for six (SIX!) new employees! And of those six new employees, only one (ONE!) is still employed." It's been a rough spell here in the area of Human Resources, people. Don't get me wrong. We have a wonderful good strong core group of people who have weathered a lot here at the deli. But for the past month and a half or so, there's been a steady stream of people who come in and apply. They interview with us. They may even come back for a second interview. We explain the job to them. They will call and email and call again and email again to see if they've gotten the job. They start work. We start training them. They talk about how much they like working at the deli. And then they stop showing up for work after one or two or three days. It's disheartening. And I've asked around. I…

Demolition Derby

Over the past several weeks, Mr. Bobo and Mr. Beers have been involved in four (Count 'em, FOUR!) automobile mishaps. Believe it or not, none of these incidents and/or accidents were our fault. In an attempt to bore you, but not to death, I'll give you the most basic of details.

Mishap Number One happened in a restaurant parking lot. As Mr. Beers was driving out of the lot a gentleman backed into our hero. The fellows exchanged insurance information, and after some hemming and hawing on the part of the other driver, Progressive Insurance finally accepted liability and took care of a rental for Mr. Beers while his sedan was repaired. They provided him with a really nice Jeep and handled the whole process efficiently and expeditiously. 
The second crash happened one Saturday morning while Mr. Beers and I were cruising through San Antonio in the W. D. DELI cargo van delivering catering orders. We were traveling through the intersection of San Pedro and Euclid when a minivan care…

raspberry pecan bars

These are my mother's favorite dessert from W. D. Deli. If I don't make it to Dallas/Ft. Worth to visit quite often enough, I have to mail a care package containing these precious delicious things to her. She keeps hers in the freezer and eats them a little bit at a time, with hot coffee. I'm pretty sure that we've shared the recipe with her, but if she's anything like me she believes that anything tastes better if somebody else made it. Seriously. They're pretty easy to make, and you could make them with any preserves you like. And when you make them, let me know so I can give you my mom's mailing address.

W. D. Deli Raspberry Pecan Bars


3.5 cups flour
1.5 cups sugar
1.5 cups chopped pecans
3/4 lb. butter or margarine
2 small or 1 extra large egg
1 15-oz. jar raspberry preserves


Prepare a 9 x 13 rectangular baking dish/pan by lining with parchment and/or spraying with nonstick spray.
Heat oven to 350 degrees.
In a large mixing bowl, …

Comfort. Food.

As I was delivering food to a family's table the other day at W. D. Deli, I was stopped by the mom at the table.  "I've been bringing my daughters here since they were little," she said, gesturing toward her two beautiful daughters, each in their early adulthood. "And now this one's starting her master's program in English, and this one is starting the nursing program at SAC." She was beaming with pride for both of the girls. "And this one," she said, indicating the nursing student, just told me that she plans to be proposed to by her future husband at W. D. Deli, and she plans to have her bridal shower at W. D. Deli. That's the kind of thing that we love to hear.

It's especially rewarding when people tell us that they think of W. D. as a special place for them.  A gay couple, both in the military, confided one day that they wanted us to know how they felt about W. D. Deli. They'd been coming to the deli since the 1990s, bring…

Not so fast. Not so easy.

Whenever we're in New York City, Mr. Beers and I walk a lot. When there's somewhere we want to go, we tell ourselves that if we can see it, we can walk to it. Our little fit bits vibrate with joy when we're in New York. If we can see it, we can walk to it. For some reason, similarly, Mr. Beers feels the same way about most anything he sees on Pinterest.  If he can see it on Pinterest, he can make it or do it or whatever. And he usually can. And he does a beautiful job. Always. He's creative and he's crafty and he's a really smart guy. And he usually drags me along...

Sometime back, our local Central Market had a big old Italian festival. To decorate for the event, they created a faux cobblestone walkway and patio at the entrance of the store. Well, dear reader, Mr. Beers thought that was just the cat's pajamas. Better than Pinterest even. It was Pinterest in the flesh, in real time, in 3D. And in that moment the decision was made. We would be doing a simil…


A friend suggested this book to me:
Actually, what she said was maybe we should read this. Since my friend is a thoughtful, intelligent person, I went directly to iBooks and bought it, downloaded it, and started reading. And I haven't gotten very far, but I think it's safe to say that I will enjoy the book, learn from the book, and recommend the book. It turns out that it's not about manners (i.e., etiquette) as much as it is about how we all need to be nice to each other. Check it out if you get a chance. And be nice to people.

There's this. This Polish proverb has been floating around cyberspace, and some of my friends have claimed it as their personal mantra. Here's another thing that came across one of my screens this week. Someone wrote a negative review of a local restaurant on a website. The negative review had more to do with the way the restaurant is/was run than it had to do with the food or the decor or any of those things. The reviewer was frustrated, …


Parties and gatherings. I remember one of the first parties I went to as a young man in my twenties in Little Rock, Arkansas. Well, really, I don't remember a whole lot about it. But it definitely made an impression. It was a cocktail party/art show kind of thing, featuring some beautiful small painted/glazed tiles by this guy:

Thom Hall. I remember that the tiles were all beautifully done and beautifully displayed - a lot of attention to detail, not only in the tiles themselves, but also in the way that each one was framed and then how each was hung on the wall.  Likewise, the event itself was beautifully executed. And it was the first time that I remember realizing this: The music you choose as the soundtrack for your party or event sets the mood. For Thom's party he chose this woman's music:

Bille Holiday. It was all Billie Holiday. And it set the mood. The music created several feelings at once. The smooth vocals and easy, breezy jazz arrangements transported us from …

Be careful - we WILL show up.

Here's something that you may not know about Mr. Bobo and Mr. Beers. If you invite us to go to something, we will make a sincere effort to be there. Russel and Laura Beers learned that lesson recently.  A couple of months ago they called us from their home in Maryland and mentioned that Alison Krauss and Willie Nelson were coming to town, and that we should think about coming to the concert. "Sounds great!" we said. Mr. Beers immediately got online and started checking flights and looking for hotels in the area, and last Saturday morning we boarded an early flight to Baltimore.
It turned out to be a great, fun, and relaxing weekend.  
Too often these days we find that our families are spread out across the country, and tend to only get together for major events - weddings, graduations, milestone birthdays, and funerals. This weekend trip was none of those - just a chance to relax and visit with people we love. What a treat.

We had the opportunity to catch up with John an…

tuna fish

I grew up with two sets of grandparents. The requisite two sets that people grew up with in the 1960s and 1970s. On my mother's side of the family there were the Lauterbachs - Mama Jean and Papa Harry. They lived "in town" in Hope, Arkansas. They liked to play cards with their friends Helen and Lynn. Mama Jean was (and still is) famous for her chicken spaghetti. My grandparents on the Bobo side were Grandma (Jewell) and Grandpa (Rex), and they lived out Highway 29, about 12 miles south of Hope. Grandma was (and still is) famous for her chicken-and-dressing. Both of my grandmothers were great cooks, and they seemed to enjoy nothing more than having large groups of their children and their children's children running around eating whatever they cooked. At Grandma's house, I can remember being asked if I wanted light bread or cornbread, buttermilk or sweet milk.  Sweet tea versus unsweet tea was never an issue, because the tea was alwayssweet.

Another food memory i…


Last week, Mr. Beers and I had a one-day work week. We found out during the previous weekend that Wayne's uncle had passed away, so we spent the remainder of the weekend and all day Monday working, tying up loose ends, and making arrangements to go to Hicksville, New York.

Though the trip was for the saddest of ocassions, it was also for the sweetest of reasons: to celebrate the life of someone who was dearly loved with family members who genuinely enjoy each other's company. It reminds me of one of my favorite lines from Steel Magnolias. Truvy says, "Laughter through tears is my favorite emotion."

After days of laughter, tears, hugs and kisses,  and lots of family stories, we eventually made it back to San Antonio - to home and to W. D. Deli. You know this already, but I'll say it anyway: There's no place like home. Your own bed. Your own pillow. Just. The. Best.

In much the same sense, at least for us, there's no place like W. D. Deli. This great old h…