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We're Off to See the Wizard, the Wonderful.....oh, wait, that was another adventure....

November 26, 2008 07:25 by ehouston

Yep, we are packed and getting ready to head out for the Thanksgiving holiday.  This year we are going to the deep south to visit with the Mister's family and eat and eat and eat....  Although, we both dread and I mean DREAD the long drive down, we absolutely cannot wait to dig in to all the wonderful food.  His grandmother on one side used to own a restaurant and she can whip up the most delicious creations, sans a recipe, you have ever hoped to sink your teeth into.  Also, because of this restaurant experience she cannot cook anything without fat back or whole sticks of butter, and she has no concept of what would be normal proportions for a group of 10. 

Each year that we visit we gather around her large dining table, which is usually about to buckle under the weight of the restaurant-sized aluminum trays of casseroles and meats.  She will slave away cooking a whole ham, many (and I mean like 6) turkey's (both smoked and fried), broccoli casserole, squash casserole, chicken dressing, sweet potato casserole, sliced tomatoes and sweet onions, pickles of all kinds, cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes, field peas, butter beans......   The table is always so full of food that we all walk around getting a spoonful of this and that and then we have to either balance our plates on the little spaces on the edge of the table in between the trays or rush for a spot at the kitchenette or coffee table.  We wash it all down with sweet tea, as thick as molasses and sweeter than maple syrup. 

After gorging ourselves we lay around for about an hour and then we dig into the many cakes and pies she always has waiting on the sideboard.  There is the standard 10 layer (they are super thin, mini-layers) caramel cake, usually a chess pie, sometimes carrot cake with cream cheese icing and always sugar cookies and other candies.  What is really crazy about this feast is that there are usually around 10 people there total to eat it, sometimes we have up to 15.  So, once we have all succumbed to the Tryptophan and cannot get off the couch, out of the recliners or off the floor, she usually starts to call for back up eaters from around the neighborhood.  Everyone knows Miss Anne's cooking and they come out even if they have already had more then they thought was possible of their own mother's and grandmother's cooking.  She works to get all that food eaten because even though she cooks on a large scale she just has one regular sized refrigerator and cannot store all the leftovers.

It's strange that my mouth is starting to water now, but at the same time my tummy already hurts.  I cannot wait to dig in to the Food, Glorious Food!

Happy Thanksgiving to Everyone and I hope you all have a safe one!

E


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So, yer from da nort too, eh?

October 15, 2008 01:28 by ehouston

I overheard a comment while listening to the radio the other day from one of the local hockey players.  It was clear from his accent that he is originally from Canada or at least from way up north.  It made me think of all the times that I have been asked, "So, you're not from around here are ya?" in a thick southern accent.  Now, I have lived in the south for most of my life at this point, but I am originally from up north.  And, I guess when two people who were brought up in the north choose to move south and raise their children, those children will inevitably end up speaking with a little bit different accent on some words.  Of course, my relatives from the north make fun of what they call my southern accent.  Which at this point, pretty much just consists of dropping all my "G's" as in, gonna, wanna, shoulda, etc.  However, I am happy to report that I have been able to refrain from using the following words and/or phrases over the years: I reckon, ain't, over yonder, I done that (it or whatever other task I am trying to explain is complete), and how's ya momma and them?  Although, I admit I take great joy in listening to a really nice southern accent.  You know the ones from little old ladies, all slow and sugary sweet, that is, until they have been crossed and their tempers flare.  Their speaking tempo instantly speeding up along with their adrenalin and all you can pray for is that after they get down to business you make it away alive.  Or, what I like to think of as the "old southern gentleman" version, full of molasses but peppered with a bit of good old Foghorn Leghorn from the Warner Bros. cartoons. 

The Mr. is from the deep south and although his usual speaking style is not very twangy, he can really turn on some Foghorn when he sees fit to do so!  It's a total crack up.  The not so funny part is how for years he has been telling me that once we are older he plans to always wear seersucker suits and constantly speak with that type of southern gentleman accent.  Aah Say, Aah Say...  I cannot wait!  ;-)


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