For those of you not from the south and not familiar with pure ecstasy of a homegrown, summer tomato
and sweet vidalia onion
, well, you just haven’t lived. Earlier this week, my friend Dennis, gifted farmer extraordinaire, delivered a large bag of just pulled vidalia onions and said there will be more on the way. Son, you don’t have to tell me twice. We’ve been enjoying these babies all week. When I speak of the various ways to prepare onions, I sound like Bubba
in Forest Gump listing the varieties of shrimp.
Other random utterings:
The heat here in Georgia is miserable. Mr. Waterstone runs around all day complaining that the air conditioning isn’t working properly. This is the time of year I begin to recite, “Have I told you lately how much I love Georgia?”, over and over…and over.
We’re having our house painted and there is not one room, except for the interior bathroom (thank GOD) where I don’t feel watched by a strange man in a white uniform.
And this is important!
Please, please, please try this
. You will be shocked. I promise on my huge stack of leather which, by the way, will be spitting out a rather sweet little red suede clutch
as a reward to the brave lady who wins this challenge
. Enter. You won’t regret. I have talked to people as they are in their closets hoisting that skirt northward
and I’ve heard them cry in amazement as they belt it and say, “HEY! It looks great!” Do it
. Take a picture
and send it to me
by this Sunday night. P.S. Send me the nicely sized picture at: email@example.com
That is all. Have a wonderful (TGI)Friday.