Friday, August 21, 2009

BBQ, Cemeteries and MoonPies

I'm back and somewhat settled in from my little trip to Southwest Missouri. I'm weird about leaving and weird about coming home. I have to clean things, even if they don't need cleaning (which is RARE). It's like I have to 'nest' in order to feel at home. I can't stand leaving a mess. I never come home to a mess, cause Glenco is a pretty tidy guy. I still feel the need to 'nest' by moving things about, wiping things and putzing in general. Pity the fool that gets in my way of putzing.

There is such a large part of my heart in Missouri. I go there and I feel like I've gone home. I'm not from Missouri, neither are my parents. I guess there are just things I love down there, and how can your heart not feel at home where there is love.

My parents are buried at the Arnhart Cemetery in Purdy, Missouri. (A very very long story) So is my beloved Aunt Jean and her husband Johnny. I suppose it's true when I say I visit more dead family in Missouri than live. It's been seven years now since my parents passed and I can say with confidence that the cemetery brings me more peace and comfort than grief. My mom is from Tennessee, and Dad is from North Carolina. I remember childhood trips south, and the cemetery was always such a big part of our vacations. I can still hear the locusts screaming, and smell the hot vinyl in the old station wagon as we would meander up the red clay roads to the old cemeteries. The grass burnt from the summer heat, crunching under our feet as I looked at graves of people I'd never met. I understand it all now.

Can you really take a trip south and not eat Moon Pies? Maybe you can, but I can't. I just can't, I mean it's not American.

Here's a peek at some of the treasures I got while visiting the great state of Missouri.

A cute new apron from the Antique Mall in Monett, MO. A few new cooking sheets, a new whisk, pastry bag and silpat from a restaurant supply house in Springfield. A couple of new books "The Farm Chicks in the Kitchen" (I really needed to sit down after finding this book, I needed smelling salts), and a beautiful little book on blogging called "Blogging for Bliss". I can't wait til I can find the time to actually read them!

This goober is the main reason I go to Missouri. My cousin Jim. He is my best friend in the whole world. He wakes me up the first morning I'm there by putting a plate of bacon on my belly. What's not to love? We have porkfests all the time, we even have a little pig mascot that we put on the dashboard of the car as we search out smoked foods. Oh do we find them. We had bacon every morning I was there. Ribs, pulled pork and smoked sausage for lunch one day. Pork chops for dinner that night. I feel like a bloated tick now. It's at the point of being comical now. He's my partner in pork. He's also the kindest and funniest person that I know. He truly taught me what friendship is. I'm so thankful for him. He is a fantastic cook and enjoys shopping for housewares as much as I do.

Had a little incident on the way home. It's a 600+ mile trip. I allow myself ONE stop on the way there and back. I don't know why, but I get really miffed if I have to stop twice. I don't drink much on the trip, and I can make it with one stop for gas. I pull over in Eureka, pop my debit card in the pump, get the gas flowing and go in for coffee and a bathroom break. I pay for my coffee, walk back to the car, get in the car, get adjusted, seat belt, and start driving. What in the HECK was THAT noise?? Ohmagosh, I forgot to take the gas nozzle out of the car. Ya, I'm one of those people! I get out...the car is fine, the nozzle is hanging there, still dangling out of my car, and the end of the hose is off of the pump. In a panic, I try to 'plug' it back in the gas pump, but I can't reach where it goes. It looked like there was a quick release mechanism, and it just pulled free. I'm sure I'm not the only one that has ever done anything like this, right? They probably manufacture the pumps now with people like me in mind.

I took off. I did. I left. I was mortified, scared, etc. About a half an hour away, I decided to turn back around and go and make it right. Then I changed my mind again. I asked God to forgive me. I truly feel horrible that I just left. It feels so wrong. If you don't hear from me again, you'll know the law caught up with me. :-/

A tornado chased me the rest of the way home, and I barely made it in the house without soiling my pants.

Good times.


  1. Well, I'll have to say I've never done that LOL but only because I don't leave the pump till it's over and everything is in it's place!
    I think your reaction was both human and forgivable! I 'm a pork feind too but try not to eat too much!

  2. Sounds like you had a great vacation. Love all the goodies you came home with..

  3. Glad you are back and had a good trip. I have never had the gas pump thing happen, but I have heard of it happening to other people. It sounds like a Lucy episode!

  4. Loved the story and totally understand the cemetery trip and feelings of peace and comfort instead of grief. Very nicely put. Welcome home!

  5. Welcome home Jayme. I do understand the cementary thing to some degree. Not totally there yet.
    Nice looking cousin/best friend you have there. I am so glad you had such a good time. Shop, eat and good friend too, you can't beat that. Not to mention bacon every morning. I love me some bacon!

    The pump thing is hysterical. I've never done it but I know someone we both know, who did it. Ask her sometime about her "trip" in Ca. lol I would just die if I did that out of total embarassment.

    Have a blessed week end. No point in telling you to rest. lol

  6. Well, I'm feeling woefully remiss cuz I've NEVER eaten a Moonpie. Ever. I've heard of Moonpies, but I've never seen one. True, I'm a Yankee, but I've traveled South 30 or 40 did I ever manage?!? Had I known I was supposed to be eatin 'em, I would've gladly obliged. Reckon ah better git me one.

  7. What a treat to come home from work and find so many nice comments! Carol, I'm so going to be one of those people that 'stays' at the pump now...I've learned my lesson!

    Mama Hen, Anke and nice to see you here again! Thanks for stopping by. I need an 'Ethel' to go with my Lucy ways.

    Lin..I mean, anonymous. :-) Thanks for a sweet note. Yes, I'm lucky to have a friend like Jim. And glad that God made pigs. Trust me, I just about died of embarrassment at the pump.

    Sparky....what are you sayin' to me girl? You neva' had a Moon Pie?? A pox upon you! We'll have to right this wrong soon....very soon.

  8. Never done the pump thing and hope I never do!! I will double check my gas tank at every stop now!!!
    Glad you had a great time in MO.

  9. Okay Jayme, I made lots of muscadine jelly today. If you want some email me your address at clarksrfun(at)gmail(dot)com and I'll get some up to you!

  10. Well Jaymers, while in ca. we were on a military transfer and I ended up driving the moving truck while Rick drove the brand new ford ranger. I had just had nails put on, about 2 inches long, well pulling into a gas station with the giant steering wheel with those nails made the turn alittle complicated. I ran over a thin pole that is in every gas station in ca that shuts of all the pumps immed. People were freaking out. The attendant didn't speak much english, we spoke no spanish, well we just got back in the trucks and off we went as quick as possible, did I mention the place was right off the freeway and packed with cars..... yikes.... I feel ya girlfriend. glad your home. xoxox Rhonda

  11. Moon Pies are the best. Ummm-yummy good. Can't get enough of them. Good finds on your trip. Good friends are the best, best, very best thing to have and adore. They are precious treasures in our lives. Jim sounds like a one of a kind~kind of man. Thanks for the reminder.


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