12 More Days of Thanks

Thanksgiving is upon us, so in no particular order, here are 12 more thanks from me.

1.  Thanks for books.

2.  Thanks for grandgirls.

3.  Thanks for Thanksgiving.

4.  Thanks for Christmas lists.

5.  Thanks for time off.

6.  Thanks for a peaceful heart.

7.  Thanks for coupons.

8.  Thanks for anticipation.

9.  Thanks for helpers on big meal days.

10. Thanks for safe travels.

11. Thanks for little girls losing teeth and growing new ones.

12. Thanks for innovators.


12 Days, 12 Thanks

The First Thanksgiving, painted by Jean Leon G...

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Twelve days of November have passed, so for this month in which we celebrate Thanksgiving, here are twelve thanks from me in no particular order.

  1. Thanks for my husband.
  2. Thanks for my family.
  3. Thanks for a good house and home.
  4. Thanks for electricity.
  5. Thanks for a job for both DH and me.
  6. Thanks for Alabama football.
  7. Thanks for FREEDOM.
  8. Thanks for perfect weather days.
  9. Thanks for Fall color.
  10. Thanks for coffee in the mornings.
  11. Thanks for good health.
  12. Thanks for the ability to take so many things for granted so much of the time.

Y’all Tutorial, or Do You Know the Proper Usage?

I can tell you who doesn’t know how to use y’all properly–that girl with the long black hair on The X-Factor sure doesn’t. Back at the beginning of their season, she was talking to a contestant–a single, solitary, lone contestant–and called her (singular) y’all.

Um. Never, as in never, ever singular.

She’s not the only one. Pretty much anybody north of Kentucky and west/north of Texas is clueless as to how to use our most favorite word in the South correctly.

Y’all is plural. Y’all is always and forever plural. Y’all can never, never, ever be used in speaking to just one person. The only possible exception to this rule might, and I stress might, be when you have been talking to someone about their (I know the pronoun agreement is wrong) family and you say, “Y’all come to see us sometime.” At that point it is understood that you are referring to said someone and their family.

Normally, y’all is used while speaking to two or more people.

“Y’all come with me.” You would never say this to one person.

“Y’all did good.” Probably talking to a group, but never just one person.

“What are y’all doing?” Probably used in questioning a bunch of suspicious-looking kids.

“How’ve y’all been?” Uttered quite frequently at family reunions.

“Where’ve y’all been?” Parental inquisition directed toward teenagers returning late at night.

“Y’all ready?” It’s time to go, begin, etc.

You get the picture. Notice I didn’t use y’all because you, singular, are reading this right now.

I hope this little tutorial has helped all y’all in blogworld. For a parting thought, I leave with this final question:

Y’all ready for the Alabama-LSU game Saturday? (In this case, y’all includes the whole country.) 😀

Deliver Me from Wal-Mart

We went to Wal-Mart today, an activity I try to avoid at all costs. I plead temporary insanity for going today.

Sometimes when DH goes he will text me that the store is full of mouth-breathers. I don’t think it was full of them today, but we definitely encountered a cluster of them. While on the canned vegetable aisle, we came to a complete halt. Apparently we were jammed up behind a three-buggy one family pile up. I seriously wished for a horn on my buggy at that point.

Check out was a particular joy. First of all, everybody in line must have been laying in supplies for the winter considering the volume of groceries in each buggy. The first line we got in wasn’t moving at all, so being the line-jumper that I am, we switched to another line.

Oh, I forgot to tell you that there was this one kid there with a hairdo that probably took him 2 hours to perfect. I almost asked him if I could take a picture of it. It was parted in a “V” in the back and then swept straight up and curled over. I was fascinated by it. It looked sorta like Hugh Jackman’s Wolverine hairdo. Or Marcel on Top Chef. He was smooth.

Our checkout girl was a particular joy. As she scanned our items, she would comment on almost every one in some unintelligible mumble that I guess I was supposed to respond to. Mostly I just nodded and said, “Yes.” She made some remark about the Smucker’s Natural Peanut Butter, but all I heard was “I’m sure it tastes delicious anyway.” Um, okay.

She examined several other products like she had never seen them before. Really? Come on! Just scan and put it in the bag, please.

After an interminable amount of time, we finally got our ticket out of there. I really appreciate that DH goes most of the time and I don’t have to deal with the People of Wal-Mart on a regular basis.

Pot Luck Protocol

An Awesome Potluck Layout

Everybody has been to a potluck–even you. Have you ever been to one where a person shows up with a dish that might feed two people when there are 20 people there to eat?That kinda makes me crazy.

I mean, what are they thinking? Everybody knows, or should know, that when showing up at a potluck the food brought should equal about ten times more than you think can possibly be eaten. People will eat more at a potluck just because there is more food there.

Oh, and it had better be good food, too. Now I am just at the edge of the home-cooking generation. I’m as likely as not to bring KFC or Jack’s chicken fingers, but if you really want credit and max kudos, make something awesome from scratch. You just don’t get as much credit if it is store-bought or from a restaurant. Putting it on a plate from home won’t fool anybody, either.

Butter rolls are good. Awesome even. And no, I can’t make them, but I’ve had some. Oh my. That is some sugary, buttery lusciousness.

Scrumptious Fried Okra all the way from Scratch

Fried okra is excellent, too. Not the prepackaged, prebreaded kind. I’m talking cut it from the garden, cut it up your own self, dust it with cornmeal, and cook it in an iron skillet fried okra. Your Corning Ware dish will come home empty.

Your container coming home empty is the ultimate potluck compliment. Nobody, and I mean nobody, wants to bring a dish home with only a few spoonsful scooped out of it. Oh no. That will never do. In fact, that’s downright embarrassing. It’s almost better to bring nothing at all than to come home with a dish uneaten.

Homemade cornbread or Mexican cornbread is also good. Guaranteed to be scarfed down immediately.

Still Warm from the Oven Banana Pudding

The quintessential potluck dessert? Banana pudding still warm from the oven. If you want to be the star of the show, show up with enough of this memories-of-grandma treat and your name will be legend.

Whatever you bring, just be sure there’s enough.

Wacky Things I Used To Eat But Don’t Anymore

Disclaimer–Do not read this if you do not have a sense of humor. I am not attacking anyone’s culture or cuisine. I do, however, have a right to express my opinion. 🙂

My tastes have changed over the years. Some things that I used to eat I just won’t anymore. Some foods I have tried and now that I’ve given them a chance won’t pass my lips again.

Here are a few:

Fried Chicken Hearts–Actually, I would love to still have these on my current eating list, but I haven’t seen any raw chicken hearts for sale in a grocery store in years.

I know you won’t believe it, but my consumption of these goes all the way back to my 16-year-old dating days with DH. I would buy a pint of raw chicken hearts at A & P, dip them in an egg/milk/salt/pepper mixture, dredge them in flour, then fry them. We would snack on them on the way to our picnic. Gross dating ritual, huh?

Runny Fried Egg Sandwiches on White Bread with a Mountain Dew–Why on earth would I eat that? I was pregnant, that’s why. I’ve never had this combo before or since my first pregnancy.

Escargot aka Snails–I let my brother-in-law talk me into trying these nasty things while we were visiting him in Atlanta. Food texture usually isn’t an issue with me, but these were like chewing on an eraser. Best I could figure out was that he liked the sauce because he certainly couldn’t have liked the snails. Bleah.

Sushi–I have tried to like sushi–really I have. I’ve even had some of the freshest you could get that was flown into Alabama for some Japanese people. Quite honestly, fresh raw fish has absolutely NO taste. None. Nada. Zip. So what’s the point? Best I can tell the Japanese are in love with soy sauce, and not just any soy sauce. It has to be Kikkoman. They won’t even talk about any other brand. I just don’t love it that much. And sashimi–don’t get me started. That’s what they really like. Piles of raw fish dipped in Kikkoman. Gag.

Çig Köfte–Ever heard of this stuff? I didn’t think so. Imagine if you will raw hamburger meat, onions, hot spices, and here’s the kicker–the “cooking” method. Turkish people love this stuff and they “cook” it with their hands. I don’t think so. Cooking requires heat. There is no heat involved with hand kneading. After “cooking” the köfte, they wrap the raw mixture in a lettuce leaf and eat it. Then they eat lots more of it. Yuk. Do a Google search and look at the images.

Now the Turkish folks do have another variation of çig köfte that I love–köfte. This is exactly the same thing as çig köfte except it is cooked–fried to be exact. Now we’re talking–fried meatloaf balls! Perfect! Heat applied to food is always good.

How’s that for a good start of wacky foods I’ve eaten?