Six days and counting until I am lazing about on my parents' patio in Mississippi reading about the philosophy of divine revelation and sipping Mint Julips. . .what?. . .you think I'm kidding? I make a mean Julip. And that's to say nothing about my fried chicken, real mashed potatoes, field peas, cornbread, and peach cobbler with vanilla ice cream.
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Oh, Father, you make me long for the days of my youth spent in rural Alabama. Field peas and peach cobbler!
ReplyDeleteI'm jealous. Enjoy your heavenly summer!
Just as well habits don't have waistbands! Sounds delicious!
ReplyDeleteIn other parts of the South, suh, it's spelled "julep".
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My brother-in-law is down in Biloxi, waiting to get shipped off to Afghanistan. Want to drop some chicken and taters off by him? Or in lieu of that, a few good prayers for his safety would be appreciated :)
ReplyDeleteThanks and prayers for safe travel!
RE: Romulus. . .there's always one.
ReplyDeleteTemple: absolutely!
Father,
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