Sunday brunch: french toast with apples and whipped cream. Bacon on the side.
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I seldom ever cook in the summer. It's too hot and, hell, we're the laziest state in the USA according to some screwed up new poll, so might as well live up to the hype, right? Poor Louisiana. We catch hell all the time. Watching the boob tube, you'd think we all lived in shacks in the swamps with gators (and vampires, but I do so love True Blood!) in our backyards. Sunday Ray wanted to go to IHop, a place we've only visited once in our life. I told him I could beat IHop any old day and so I did. He was amazed. Only problem was I could've eaten twice this much it was so yummy. My secret ingredients are cinnamon and cardamom. I told Ray not to expect this every Sunday. He usually goes to Micky D's and gets us breakfast on Sunday and buys me the Sunday paper so I can read the sales ads and cut coupons. Then the cats love to play on the remnants I toss on the floor. They slip and slide and fight. Cat tv!! LOL!
We went to see Inception last week. I did not like it at all. Too anticlimactic and the plot went exactly nowhere. It had such great potential, too. The special effects were good, but I'm a plot kinda girl. I love a good story. The storyline in this movie was as weak as tea made with a used tea bag. I mean, come on, what they went through all that trouble for...dreams within dreams ad nauseum...to find what they found in the safe was, well, just hokey. I know most people are nuts over the movie, but it didn't do anything for me.
I heard this poem today on NRP and I just had to share it. I plan to buy the book, too. I never knew Tennessee was the barbeque capitol of the south until we visited our daughter in Chattanooga. There were barbeque joints on almost every corner. We did eat some and it was awesome. It was 103 degrees here yesterday and we're expecting more of the same today. So I'll be lazying around in my cool house praying that August will not get too much hotter. Hopefully, Fall might stop by for a visit in September!! Have a wonderful week!!
Half-Rack at the Rendezvouz
by William Notter
She had a truck, red hair,
and freckled knees and took me all the way
to Memphis after work for barbecue.
We moaned and grunted over plates of ribs
and sweet iced tea, even in a room of strangers,
gnawing the hickory char, the slow
smoked meat peeling off the bones,
and finally the bones. We slurped
grease and dry-rub spice from our fingers,
then finished with blackberry cobbler
that stained her lips and tongue.
All the trees were throwing fireworks
of blossom, the air was thick
with pollen and the brand-new smell of leaves.
We drove back roads in the watermelon dusk,
then tangled around each other, delirious
as honeybees working wisteria.
I could blame it all on cinnamon hair,
or the sap rising, the overflow of spring,
but it was those ribs that started everything.
"Half-Rack at the Rendezvouz" by William Notter, from Holding Everything Down
