Grits, I can take them but I'd rather leave them. But goober peas are something I would like to try. I read an article years ago about how down south in their farm stands they have some concoction of newly picked peanuts where they boil them or something, and it's kind of like peanuts, only much better. I don't know if that is the same concoction as goober peas, about which I know nothing except that curious song which I must have learned in school, I don't know why.
They had us sing the most curious songs in grade school. The Caissons Go Rolling Along comes to mind. What the heck? Teacher explained that caissons are cannons, and we were like so what? Why are we kiddies singing songs about dragging cannons over hill and dale? Shut yer yaps and start singing.or no recess for you.
Internet research reveals that those boiled peanuts are indeed goober peas. The article made them sound so good, a crinkly damp paper bag of goobers, still steaming, eaten in the shade of Spanish moss, maybe chased with some sweet tea.
Sweet tea was the default iced tea in Texas. If you just said iced tea and didn't request no sugar you would get it sweet. I asked for sour tea to make joke, but nobody laughed.
They had grits too down there too, and those black-eyed peas I have spoken of, but no goobers. You know I guess I rather assumed that they would make their way up here, like Krispy Kreme and Dr Pepper, but they never have. Oh to be strolling down State Street eating goober peas.
That Georgia election was a couple black eyes for Trump, but I don't see anybody hauling him off unless his polls drop below that solid thirty-five. In the labyrinth of CNN panels I thought I heard some pundit mention thirty-two, but I haven't been able to find any corroboration for that. I'm not sure if we will find evidence of anything on Pence's pure pink hands. Beneath that bland white ghost exterior is a cunning cunning man.
I don't know about that Ryan, he seems like a nice enough aw shucks lad, a cut above the tea party mob, but possibly he will go down with this tax bill. They have some little shell game about creating jobs which is pure vaporware while the real fact of the case is a yuge giveaway to the richie richies. Already Joe Six pack is giving it the stink eye, and when Ryan notices that the cupboard is even barer with the slashed taxes, and to make up for it decides to cut social security and medicare for greedy Joe Six Pack, well maybe that will be the end of the republicans wild ride.
And then the dems can sweep in with, well I have no idea. So far it looks like they may be deep into civil war, Bernies against Hilarys. Maybe it will be like just before the civil war when they had all those political parties, and when we liberals realize discussion has gotten us nowhere and decide to arm ourselves and pound some sense into those southerners on Bernie's march to the sea I may pause along the roadside and enjoy a sack of steaming goober peas.
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