I am not from fucking Texas, I am from Memphis!
This happens to me at least 3 times a week. I will be speaking to someone for work, pleasure, whatever and they ask me the same question. “So what part of Texas are you from?” Don’t get me wrong, Texas is having a going through a bunch of shit right now and my thoughts are with you. But can someone from the South explain to me in 140 characters or less why everyone thinks I am from Texas?
It happened to me just yesterday when I went to
The Cigar Inn Robo Daycare. I went for a break, a cigar, and some light ball busting with the boys. One of the Goombas *Editors note – I am a 4th Generation Italian and have earned the right to ‘politely’ but also ‘respectfully’ bust the chops of my fellow Italians chops within reason* asked me if everything was ok at home. I asked him what he was referring to and this was the exchange;
Paulie – “Kid, I figured you were from Texas and that’s where that Hurricane hit.”
Me – “Hey Paulie (not his real name) what makes you think that I am from Texas?”
Paulie – “Kid, you mean that accent isn’t from Texas? Where you from? You say Sir and Mam like you were raised by Dominican Nuns with a 3 foot yardstick.”
Me – “I originally from Memphis, but why does everyone think I am from Texas?”
Paulie – “We never met anyone from Memphis who put up with our shit and didn’t piss us off at the same time. Hey kid, if you ever want to come to the
Trump back room let us know. Just wear slacks and ignore Joey Pots and Pans.”
Now I could fill this worthless dribble with numerous stories like this but I acknowledge that I would lose my 12 readers. That and since UWS Holly is moving WAY south, I need to keep it real. First of all, my thoughts, prayers, good ju-ju to all my friends in Texas, Louisiana, and all parts south. May God Bless the Cajun Navy and all volunteers who have driven south with a boat in tow to help a complete stranger in dire need. It makes my heart happy seeing things like this.
*cutting to the chase now*
Now depending on when you read this worthless dribble….Friday is sadly the ‘unofficial’ end of summer with the Labor Day weekend starting at noon. In Memphis all of the old school attorneys *looking at you Ziggy* would gather dressed in their finest Seersucker suit at the Peabody Hotel to have a ‘libation’. I have always believed that any true southern gentlemen should possess a Seersucker suit and if it isn’t ruined by Labor Day one should wear it with pride. *FZ – you taking notes* For on Friday I shall celebrate my southern upbringings, funny sayings but most importantly……By Gawd…..Get ready for Southern College Football.
Below is a meal we cooked this past Sunday for no other reason than to celebrate the south!
Shout out to my favorite Food Photographer for this killer recipe.
Had to make this one for Nanny. She will be missed and we are glad to have known her.
Rock-Mo is going to give me some shit because I am not using freshly ground meat but I was in a bind on Sunday. At least I labeled the seasoning….
Roasted Corn and Long Island Tomatoes with Balsamic Vinegar and Fresh (like 4 hours old) Mozzarella Cheese
So yes, I am adding Ashley’s Pimento Cheese with Rock-Mo’s Burgers and Russell George’s Sautéed Onions. You fuckers in the south can eat Panchos Cheese Dip everyday and have Fried Green Tomatoes.
I am not going to see my GP doctor for a couple weeks after eating this meal.
Have a good Labor Day Weekend.