Yesterday I found myself in need of comfort and wanting to avoid the usual choices- frantic activity, Greg, or ice cream. I was fortunate to turn on the TV and find Our Lady of American Comfort, Paula Deen. I've always wished to have an aunt just like this woman. Just hearing her sweet southern drawl calms me. I think it's the mixture of her cooking, her kindness, and her acceptance of herself.
Wanting to wrap myself in her like a blanket, I went to the library to pick up her biography. She has a pretty rough story- told with lots of humor, love, a little cussing, and some great southern recipes. I get convinced that if I could make a really great banana pudding, all would be better.
This is fitting with a general southern theme since I've decided to dub my neighborhood Little Appalachia. Both my next door and my accross the street neighbors have pierced nipples, and I've spoken to 2 gentleman in the last 24 hours who are missing several teeth.
Wanting to wrap myself in her like a blanket, I went to the library to pick up her biography. She has a pretty rough story- told with lots of humor, love, a little cussing, and some great southern recipes. I get convinced that if I could make a really great banana pudding, all would be better.
This is fitting with a general southern theme since I've decided to dub my neighborhood Little Appalachia. Both my next door and my accross the street neighbors have pierced nipples, and I've spoken to 2 gentleman in the last 24 hours who are missing several teeth.
1 comment:
LOL Nice!! I envy your neighbors, um, no, I don't! They sound like my hillbilly family in Arkansas!
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