Timmy and Paul arrived safely. We have given Paul the official stamp of Friend Approval. (Like Timmy cared; he already knows how great Paul is.)
Here are the men folks–minus Tom–behind the birthday cake I make every April 28 in memory of my friend Steve R. (Well, it’s a different cake every year, but it’s always chocolate–Steve’s favorite–and it always has Pooh characters on it because Winnie the Pooh and Piglet were a Steve and Becky thing.)
And Paul, in return for taking fantastic photographs throughout the weekend, wanted only some Southern cooking on his first trip to the South. (Technically, it’s the Southwest, but I’m a Southerner, so within the boundaries of The Compound, it’s the South. At the very least, I know how to put together a Southern table.)
So here’s Paul, holding his plate of fried chicken, purple hull peas, corn, cornbread, fried okra, salad, mashed potatoes, and gravy.
My Becks, those are some mighty fine looking men ! I have heard that your Little Mister is quite the babe too.
I KNOW that you served real cornbread, and not that sugar muffin crap that Boston Market tries to pass off as cornbread.
OMG reallll cornbread???? *drool*
Ahhh…Winnie the Pooh and Piglet. Jeff used to watch them all the time when he was young. I’ll still watch for a couple minutes if I’m flipping channels and come across the show. It’s so sweet.
Hi! to Tim and Paul (and to Greg when he gets there–wouldn’t want to leave anyone out. hehe) You will be posting some of those fantastic photos Paul is taking, won’t you?
I know it’s a given, but have a great time!
I am envious! If I ever make it to the South I will have to try some of those dishes. San Antonio is the closest thing to the South I have ever been to…but there is always the next vacation!
Fried Chicken. My mom was from Virginia and she made the best fried chicken I’ve ever had. I’ve spent my entire married life trying to get it right, mine is not even close. lol. I envy anyone who can make an edible fried chicken, mine isn’t. Right along with my homemade soup. I should just call it…warm bath water with noodles and carrots. EWWW. The dog wouldn’t even eat it, now thats bad.