Today Granny and I made our annual pre-Thanksgiving pilgrimage to the Price Chopper for our family dinner. All of the usual Thanksgiving shoppers were there:
- Little old ladies getting supplies to make the meal completely from scratch
- Moms trying to divvy up cart space between children and food items
- Single folks buying small hams and individual potatoes, with and without beer or wine
- Married men scratching their heads in front of the assortment of spices, "My wife needs..."
- Young couples
Oh, the young couples! They were my favorites to watch today in a completely "Bless your little heart" way. If you've got even a touch of Southern mentality, then you're well aware that "Bless your heart" is really just a polite way to call someone a dumbass...
Is Home Ec still a mandatory class in high school? I don't know, but I do know that I heard one young girl say to her guy, "I'm bringing the pie, remember?" and then she picked up a pre-made graham cracker crust and a big box of instant chocolate pudding...
WHAAAAT? Oh, honey, that's adorable but it's not pie!
Girls, do yourself a favor - go to your mama's house and cleverly swipe whatever cookbook you remember her using the most during your childhood. Get the one that's stained and torn up. You steal that thing and you read it! You STUDY it!
|My mother's copy of The Betty Crocker Cookbook, first edition 1969. It no longer has a cover, and is covered with stains. The index pages have come loose, so I use them as bookmarks for my favorites. Stolen about 8 years ago.|
That old saying about cooking being the way to a man's heart? It's true and it doesn't apply to men in particular. People. Like. Good. Food.
So in short, forget about that 'pie' made of instant pudding. You're an adult, cook like one and everyone will will be thankful.