Showing posts with label South. Show all posts
Showing posts with label South. Show all posts

Friday, June 01, 2012

Stories and Lies, I know they are coming.

Reunion, have not seen some of these cousins in 20+ years. Lake Guntersville State Park in the hills of Northeast Alabama. I hope to reconnect with as many folks as possible.

Friday, April 20, 2007

Fish Frys and Barbecues....

Events both inherent to American culture, especially the South. If the fish is Catfish and the 'cue is Pork, you are somewhere below the Mason-Dixon. If the food is good, you are definitely below the M-D line. But if the Catfish is better than the 'cue, then you are probably in Mississippi.

I've learned a few things over the past many years, one being that never underestimate a Mississippi cook when it comes to Catfish. I've also learned that not everyone knows how to properly cook whole Catfish to the desired done-ness without burning some portion of the fish.
I'm still looking for the "best Catfish cafe" in the Greater Memphis Area. I've yet to find a soul that can serve it up as well as my wife or a number of my friends in a restaurant.

Maybe its the smell of the fish cooking in the house or the taste of "sample" hush puppies as they come out of the hot oil. Or could it be that no one can touch the coleslaw recipe that my wife uses? What ever it is, God certainly provided us with a great bounty in the Catfish and Pork Industry.

They have helped the South rise, again?

Now if we could just deal with that poverty thing. And the lack of support of education by our elected officials. We listen to them at Fish Frys and Barbecues tell us that they have our interests in mind, if we will just elect them. However, once in office, they forget about priorities and pander to money men.

Maybe if we cooked them some bad fish or bad barbecue, they would listen? It seems to work elsewhere, huh.

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Welcome Back

Its spring break in the South and I am not at work! I am trying to relax at home, yet I am not getting much done in that respect. With my father in law moved in, it has become a constant drain on the patience that I already lacked. I need more every day. As he ages, so do I. I see my frailties in his own slow progression toward old age. We never can cheat time. Just live one short day at a time. Look for the happy moments among the minor setbacks and slowdowns.

He has nervous ticks and habits just like the rest of us, yet they just appear more pronounced because of his advanced age and practice at them. I imagine over time our habitual activities will become ticks and aggravations.

Selah~