ain't nothin like it
"i tell you what hun, let me get you set up with a slice a' rhubard pie and a big ol' scoop of vaniller ice cream. ya want some vaniller icecream? man i tell you what hun you just can't have a slice a' pie without some cold vaniller icecream"
i am really craving my southern uncle's homemade fried chicken, cornbread, and rhubard pie. i miss just settin' on uncle tom and aunt suzie's back porch in a whicker rocker enjoying a big icy glass of RC cola. all afternoon we'd just sit talkin and lookin out over the pastures, the garden, the woods, the train tracks running threw their land.
could sure use some of that warm southern hospitality to cut through the michigan winter.
i am really craving my southern uncle's homemade fried chicken, cornbread, and rhubard pie. i miss just settin' on uncle tom and aunt suzie's back porch in a whicker rocker enjoying a big icy glass of RC cola. all afternoon we'd just sit talkin and lookin out over the pastures, the garden, the woods, the train tracks running threw their land.
could sure use some of that warm southern hospitality to cut through the michigan winter.