Entertained by this morning’s unexpected but colorful Appalachian “tawk” with Mr. G when he began to put a little twang in some of his words. Most Southerners refer to this language as the Smoky Mountain Speech that was developed out of the Scots-Irish language or dialect by some of the early British settlers in the Appalachian region of Eastern America. And since I’ve always been fascinated with the Old English Language, I had to go with the flow. 🙂
M: I do not see your car in front of the house. Where did you park it?
G: Down yonder.
M: Down yonder? Where did that come from? Anyway, after your therapy later, since you’re near the grocery, would you be able to get some of those organic Tapioca pudding and a bag of frozen broccoli before you head home? And might as well get some aluminum trays for the party too? Do you think you can manage that or will you be too tired from your session?
G: I reckon I can manage that. No problem at awll. What time will you be home later?
M: I reckon before the evening draws nigh. 🙂
G: Oh, how wonderful. Have you got any plans for supper?
M: Since we are feeling like Southerners, I reckon I will make you some soup-beans and cornbread. What’ve you got to say?
G: Mighty tasty. Can’t wait until the sun goes down.
Ang saya. Masakit lang sa panga. 🙂 Greetings sa mga kagaya kong laki sa bundok! Happy day! 🙂
There’s this restaurant in Oak Brook that we’ve always wanted to try and we waited all week for Saturday to come so we could go and check it out. Plus I’ve always wanted to go back to food/restaurant blogging again and I thought it would be nice to try something new to get a good food story going.
But since I finished my Saturday chores earlier than usual and it was a little early yet to go out for dinner at only three o’clock in the afternoon, I thought I’d cut up some watermelon for G to snack on which for some reason led me to make some corn on the cob with some butter. These are the sweetest, most delicious corn ever! I got these at less than 2 bucks from my neighborhood produce store. So yum! And then I saw a friend posted some street tacos her and her family are having at a restaurant while vacationing in Vegas and I thought to myself, “G is going to love those. Maybe I should make a few.” And so I made some street tacos. And you know you gotta have some rice and beans on the side to complete a taco dinner so I made some wild rice with quinoa and flax seeds because I am watching G’s diet. And thanks to canned refried beans, I got some street taco dinner in no time!
I served G some corn on the cob while he was watching TV and he asked me if I had a change for his twenty dollar bill. I told him I do and when I looked into my wallet, I only had a ten dollar bill and I realized I do not have enough money to eat out. Thank God for leading me to make the street tacos! To compensate for a failed trip to this restaurant, I decided to bake the salmon in my freezer, made some potato scallop in the oven and steamed some leftover vegetables, and stayed in my clean home! After all, my kind of perfect Saturday, is whenever I get to just stay home. 🙂
On our new Sunday afternoon habit by the porch, Mr. G and I remembered a friend who does not believe in marriage because he does not want anyone to meddle or interfere officiously with his daily life. So I asked Mr. G if he gets annoyed whenever I call him on the phone to ask what he’s doing, or where he is and what time will he be home etc, etc. And his answer was the sweetest. What followed wasn’t too sweet. But you know how Mr. G is sometimes. 🙂
G: Nope. Not at all. Never will be. I don’t think it is ‘meddling’ when women ask or check on their husbands about their whereabouts or what they’re doing. I think it’s involvement. That’s how women generate intimacy. And I like it when my wife is intimate with me in every way.
M: It’s very nice of you to say that. So what time is your therapy tomorrow?
G: Now that is a top secret.
M: Now that is not very nice! Roar!
Have a great week everyone! And don’t forget to be nice!