Ant-man and the Wasp

This afternoon I took my son and a friend to see Ant-man and the Wasp. It was a really fun movie. It was extra special for my son, because he visit the set of the movie while they were filming in Atlanta. He was allowed to watch the filming of a few scenes and had the pleasure of meeting Paul Rudd and Evangeline Lilly on the set.

The studio visit was arrange by my nieces boyfriend, Daniele who was working on the movie. He was such a great guy and photographer. Later he presented Albert with framed copies of the photos that were autographed by Paul Rudd and Evangeline Lilly. What a special gift to remember a special day.

Tomato sandwiches

For lunch today I had the first tomato sandwiches of 2018. The tomatoes were some of the first, that the birds didn’t get, from my garden.

I make my tomato sandwiches with fresh soft white bread. Sunbeam “King Thin” is my favorite. I slather each side of the bread with a generous portion of Duke’s mayonnaise. Then I slice as much tomato as will fit on the bread without falling out when I pick it up to eat. Then a little salt and pepper to finish. Bon appetit, y’all. I have so many tomatoes, I had to have two sandwiches today, before the tomatoes go bad. I finished the meal with a moon pie.

In my humble opinion, that is a classic southern lunch.

Quote of the Day

“Socialism is the Axe Body Spray of political ideologies: It never does what it claims to do, but people too young to know better keep buying it anyway.” Via Instapundit

Morning Thunderstorm

This morning a thunderstorm rolled in. You could hear it coming from far away. When it reached us, It poured down rain and the lightning flashed for about fifteen minutes. There was a flash of lightning and a very loud clap of thunder and then, almost immediately, the rain stopped. The storm reminded me of the ones that would roll in off the Gulf of Mexico on a summer morning when I was growing up in Pensacola.

On Being a Gentleman

Cultivate the virtues of the soul, strong principle, incorruptible integrity, usefulness, refined intellect, and fidelity in seeking for truth. A man in proportion as he has these virtues will be honored and welcomed everywhere.

Hartley, Cecil B.. The Gentlemen’s Book of Etiquette and Manual of Politeness Being a Complete Guide for a Gentleman’s Conduct in all his Relations Towards Society (p. 96). . Kindle Edition.

Guiltless Pleasure

Normally, I’m not a groupie or a fan boy, but after reading an interview with her in this weekend’s Wall Street Journal, I consider myself a fan of Nigella Lawson. She has been a culinary sensation for some time in the UK. Shocking, because I don’t normally think of the British when I think good food.

I enjoyed the entire article, but what endeared me to her was how she replied when asked a question about what food trend she was totally over. Her reply echoed my own feelings, but she said it more eloquently.

“A food trend I am totally over is: this tendency to venerate or demonize foods. I have nothing against people wanting to eat in a way that makes them feel healthy and well; that seems eminently wise. But I feel that any form of eating that involves self-persecution can only do long-term damage, however essentially healthy a certain food trend might be. When there are so many land mines and rules, you kill the sense of kinship with the body. It makes eating something fear-filled rather than joyful.”

I must admit, I have felt for years that the kill joys in the media, government, and pop culture and been waging a food fight. Eat this, not that. You’re not healthy unless you run 5 miles per day and limit your saturated fat. On and on. The constant scolding took its toll on me.

It took my mother death to provide me some badly needed perspective. It was a stark reminder that life is short. A cliché, I know, but it helped me to prioritize my own life. I reflected on what I enjoyed and what brought meaning to my life. I realized how good food and the simple pleasure of cooking and eating with family and friends adds so much joy to my life.

Cooking has always been how I expressed my creative side. I love the traditional southern cooking of my youth, but I also love exploring different cultures through their food. Good food satisfies both my physical and intellectual hungers to explore the world and to learn. The guiltless pleasure of good food enriches my life every day.

I’m old and cynical enough to think the article was probable about getting me to buy her latest cookbook, “At My Table.” Well if that’s true, then it worked. After reviewing the table of contents, I placed my order. I look forward to sharing many wonderful meals with family and friends. Buon Appetito!

Sunday Supper

Traditionally in the South, Sunday Supper was the big meal of the day. After everyone get’s home from church, they would eat a big lunch and it would be the last meal of the day.

At my house we continue the tradition with a few changes. We eat around 2pm and I make sure I cook enough to have leftovers for later in the week.

Today’s menu was:

Pork chops, Mexi-corn Casserole, Sautéed green cabbage with bacon, Steamed Asparagus, and Arnold Palmers to drink. (After all it’s The Masters weekend)

For dessert there was Red Velvet cake with cream cheese icing.

It was all delicious.

Grief

One year ago today, my mother died. I wish a could write a lengthy tribute to her, but words fail me. I miss her all the time. Here is a picture of us together when I took her to a Blue Wahoos game. Fond memories.

Mission Statement

The purpose of this blog is to give me a forum where I can write about the people and places that make up my little corner of heaven, also known as “The South.”

I have lived all my days in the Southeastern United States. I have lived in 4 of the 12 states and visited all of them, except Arkansas. Currently, I live in one of the region’s largest metropolitan areas, Atlanta, but I have lived in one of its smallest, too. (Monroeville, AL pop. 6,500)

A few things I love about this region include sugar white sand beaches, crawfish boils, Mardi Gras, SEC football (Go Gators!), Mint Juleps, fried mullet, raw oysters, Krispy Kreme doughnuts, deviled eggs, pimento cheese sandwiches, Barq’s root beer in a bottle, wisteria, confederate jasmine, azaleas, pink dog wood trees, and bourbon.

When writing, I will select topics that make me smile and reflect warm light on the subject matter. I will only write about politics when provoked.

I named it “Classic Seersucker” because in my mind the quintessential Southern Gentleman is in a Seersucker suit.