Love you like chicken!
Oh yeah, in the South if you order iced tea it's gonna be sweet.
... nearly forgot ... a Rick bass playing friend born and raised in Louisiana just absolutely hates butter beans. Hates, hates, hates. And this is what he says they give him when he's doing time for a (oops) DUI. The butter beans makes what's bad even worser, he says.
Creamed chipped beef on toast
is probably all I need to say here
except
take notice of when you begin to look forward to it
And in all truth, I don't bake.
Of course the universe needs to prove me wrong. Set and setting is 23 days in rehab, and Becky directs me after exercise to the kitchen. We am baking a caek today. It's from a box and it's going to be a sponge cake. And do not know until reading the directions on the box that a sponge cake is made with vegetable oil. Do not know this on account of I don't bake.
Friend of mine, who by chance shares my birthday day and year, has an arrangement in her home. You want dessert, go out and buy it. She is most forthright in declaring her lines.
And perfectly good with this, myself, but today Becky is directing me to bake a caek. We go back to some exciting exercise as it bakes, and then! Frosting!
Seriously, do not read the ingredients list on canned caek frosting.
Now it's caek for eveyone in physical therapy and I take the opportunity to politely decline.
However there is something new down where I buy my healthy coffee bean juice. Two shots of espresso served over a scoop of homemade vanilla ice cream. :: faint ::
I'm a sho' nuff Southern Yankee (with very good cholesterol, happily enough).