Cooking, baking, whimsy and perspective, from an itty-bitty kitchen
Wrapping up Alabama with a bow and how to make quiche.
’cause real men eat Quiche.
So my sheriff uncle says he must not be a real man. Hard to believe when he is geared up in the vest and guns and cuffs and stuff. But he doesn’t like Quiche., so I don’t know.
I don’t think there is a point there.
I am going to sum up the last few days of my visit in beautiful Alexander City, Alabama.
I have met the most interesting people. For instance, just this morning I met the overnight guests that were here last night. They are from China, working for IBM. He is Australian. She is American but spent many years in London. They recently had a trip to Mt. Everest. Before that a while back it was the Himalayas. How they ended up in Alabama I am not sure. They were on their way to Florida. She did mention that the small town feel, the good mannered politeness and the slower pace reminded her husband more of Australia than, say, the east coast. But they were interesting to talk to, or listen to. Thats the way its been my whole visit. Interesting people with interesting stories. I love it.
I leave tomorrow and while I will miss the small town feel, the good mannered politeness and the slower pace, as well as my family here, I can’t wait to get back to my family back home too. I miss ’em, bless their little hearts.
Thats what you say here in the south a lot. And it has a variety of meanings. “Bless your little heart”. It can mean, “what a cute thing to do” or “you horrid creature, go find your mother and make sure she beats you with a stick”. I saw a tee-shirt that said “You’re not from the south? Well, bless your little heart”. I think it’s what southerners say when they don’t want to say something rude. (And rude does not fly here in the south!)So had you better watch their eyes when they say it. Watch for that glint of steel.
Tonight was a miracle. There was a wedding here in the side yard. An older couple getting remarried. Then they came in for dinner. All 57 of them. Imaging how much fun we had preparing and cooking all that food. I picked up some good tips. But what amazed me was the fact that they all came in to eat at 5:00 and by 6;10, the food was gone, the dishes were cleared, the chairs were put back and the house was back in order! Thats one hour! I can’t fathom it. They were still here opening gifts and throwing bouquets. But to eat and clean up, it was like the road runner and Speedy Gonzales were in charge or something. Is it that these southerners just take their eating so serious? They get right down to it, move on to the cake and out the door. My mind was spinning.
I got to visit the Cracker Barrel the other day. I did not realize it was an event. It thought it was just lunch! But the store in front of it was a blast to the past! I wanted everything, but had luggage size issues to keep in mind. So I just bought a bunch of old-time candy for the stockings. The food was just what I had been looking for, good southern fare, inexpensive and unpretentious.