Southerners are really good at food. It is a fact of life. Some of us can really cook it. Some of us can really eat it.
The real gems can do both.
They usually have restaurants with names like “Big Daddy’s BBQ.”
Food is a way of life here, and it’s important.
I’m not sure if I have the words to tell you just how important food is to Southern people so I’ll just present a fact from my life as evidence.
Mama once made me a meatloaf cake with mashed-potato icing for my birthday. I kid you not.
I had a hard time with what to write for today’s WordPress Discover prompt, which is dish.
I think I’ll try to write a poem, because I’m running out of time.
Maybe I can make it rhyme.
This is a place where some days seem to feature all four seasons, and others offer only wet heat.
Days like today, when the breeze is just gentle enough to rustle the oak leaves, are meant for front porches and rocking chairs. (more…)
I went to watch a play Saturday night.
It was the first time I attended a live play put on by professional actors since a school field trip to the Alabama Shakespeare Festival.
The trip I took to Montgomery with the rest of the ninth-grade class is a pleasant memory except for one thing.
My phone was going crazy, and it wouldn’t stop. The screen showed a flash flood alert, but I dismissed it and glanced up at a small sliver of road through a rain-soaked windshield.
I was on my way to Georgiana, on a trip to see the museum inside Hank Williams’ boyhood home. (more…)
The first day of my trip to Birmingham was great, and it provided me with an opportunity to do something I don’t normally do. (more…)
Lewis Grizzard once wrote a column on how different life would be once the calendar rolled into the new millennium. The column, written in 1989, included his speculation on many issues like banks, health and air travel.
Sadly, Grizzard never saw the new millennium. I wonder what he’d think if he had.
Take a look at a few of his predictions
Since I’m sure nobody wants to hear about the time I ate cabbage soup, or the time my buddy flipped my golf cart or the time I got broadsided at 65 miles-an-hour, rolled my truck three times and landed upside-down in a ditch, I won’t tell you about those just yet.
I will tell you about something a little less life-threatening, but almost as memorable.
I‘m doing this
so Mama Kat doesn’t yell at me for not doing my homework for fun.
Here are some book titles that were scrapped seconds after I thought of them and realized somebody will make real reality TV and Brussels sprouts that taste good before I’d be able to come up with the first page. (more…)
Time for another weekly assignment from Mama Kat. I’ve been away from the blog for a while, but I’m gonna bend the rules a little and explain what’s kept me away for the past few days.