Sunny Grey had a picture tagged to her name in face book, showing a glass of buttermilk and the glass had cornbread in it.  Lord, is there a better description of manna than that?  I know in my heart that the people being led out of slavery by Moses probably survived on just that fine southern meal.

A number of years ago, Dorothy gave me a cookbook, aptly entitleed “White Trash Cookin”.  It is a funny title for a book but once I got to reading it, well, I was surprised that I had been eating these dishes all my life.  Collard greens and salt pork, pinto beans and cornbread, elbow maccaroni and stewed tomatoes, fried bologna and cat head biscuits, etc.  I try to get fancy ever once in a while with the dishes I cook, but when I want something just plain good to eat, well, pull out one of my family cookbooks and look around.  I usually find something that is filling, good as grits, and probably not good for ya, but it tastes excellent.  I normally end up doing this on days that are cold and dreary because soup is always good and can be made out of anything.  I am trying to be really good about my diabetes way of life so some of the old standbys are just for remembering.  Bummer.

COS  (change of subject)  Gang, we are only a hop, skip and jump away from the next mega reunion.  We might as well get a list going of who is going to be there.  It is, as you know, going to be in Dallas, where an inordinate number of our classmates live.  That being said, I fully expect a record turnout.  WE should start making a list of addresses of our classmates so that those folks who dont show, well, a gang of us could just go over to their house and catch them without their best duds on, sans makeup, or with girdle loosened up.  Kind of like a Readers Digest sweepstake. This could prove to be an incentive to come out and play with us at the designated reunion site.

I hope everyone is having a great new year.  We certainly are.  Except for yesterday at the bank when one of the foreign tellers treated me like I was cashing a phony dollar bill.  I have only been banking there for 30 years so I was madder than a Jap.  Dont normally lose my temper but as many who know me well can vouch, when I do, its a site to behold.  They normally have to use some type of stun gun on me to get me back to this world.  Dorothy went in to the bank shortly after I left and almost everyone in there called her by name.  Course they were yelling it from under their desks, but hey, they needed shaking up a bit.  I will try to do better on Friday when I go in again.

Have a good week and we will try to think up a good strategy for getting some of our classmates to respond to the reunion.

Chuy the Chider