Home Again, Home Again, Jiggety Jig

Well, I’m back from Nashville and other parts southern. Things I learned on my latest excellent adventure:

The drive up I-24, between Chattanooga and Nashville this time of year is downright stunning.

At the Gaylord Opryland Resort, one should avoid the room service menu at all costs. The food was so bad, I’m pretty sure if my little dog was along for the trip, he wouldn’t have eaten it either.

Again, in referring to the Gaylord Opryland Resort, I an convinced the place is run by Yankees. The evidence? A good glass of sweet tea was not to be had at any price.

Lunch, or any meal really, at Ellendale’s is worth the drive, even if from Atlanta. And yes, they had marvelous, glorious sweet tea, over which we gushed and guzzled and groveled for take-out cups.

At least while I was away, I managed to miss Atlanta’s PollenApocalypse. The count was high in Nashville on Tuesday as well, but I was indoors, trapped in boring presentations in freezing conference rooms all enveloped by No-Sweet-Tea-Land (see item above).

While still in fer parts north of here, I was contacted about winning first prize for a pair of knitted socks. For those who scoff at my new obsession – well, nannynannybooboo on you. This is what I won. The grand poo-bah of needle sets.

After Nashville, came Macon. While The Hubster was rehearsing for the trip of a lifetime, I visited the best yarn shop in middle Georgia, Creative Yarns. Extra plus – I got to ogle the needles that UPS will soon deposit at my door.

Friday and Saturday brought haircuts, groceries, dogs stuff, shopping and other such mundane things, signalling that life was returning to normal. Or at least as normal as it gets around these parts.

“God Talks Like Us”

Today would have been Lewis Grizzard’s 65th birthday. Read my tribute over at PeachPundit.

We miss you Lewis, more than you could ever imagine.

In My Next Life/Job, I Want to be a Restaurant Critic

We’re off for a little R&R, celebrating our 25th anniversary. Due to circumstances beyond our control, we had to change our destination almost at the last minute, so we settled on that Holiest of Holy Spots, Athens, GA.

Why Athens, you ask? You go there a lot. You went to college there. You’ve been to dozens of concerts, games, weddings, funerals, whatnot there. You worked there for a year. It’s close, it’s funky (but not as weird as Austin), and we don’t need a map.

Really, that’s the point. This time we came to do what WE wanted to do, when WE wanted to do it, without chaperoning other students, sitting in game-day traffic, standing in lines for mediocre mass-produced food with 92000 of our best friends, or running to class/band rehearsal/meetings/whatever. Athens on our terms. Plus it’s UGA Spring Break, so the town is very UNcrowded. We have the run of the place.

This afternoon, we checked into the Hotel Indigo, which is Game Day Central for home games. The place is usually so over-run those days I’m surprised the fire marshal doesn’t have a seizure on the spot.

Tonight we dined at 5 & 10, a restaurant I’ve wanted to visit ever since it was recognized by the AJC as the 2007 Restaurant of the Year. Plus those four James Beard nominations for chef/owner Hugh Acheson kept it high on our radar, being the self-anointed foodies we think we are.

For starters we had the crostinis with pimento cheese. Yeah, I admit it, we fought over the last little crust.

Then the lil Lyonnaise salad. I’ve never been a fan poached eggs, but I quickly got over it. Delicious.

Hubster had the special, a flatiron steak with black truffle butter and spinanch/mushroom gratin. I had the crispy flounder with creamy grits, an olive tapenade (I don’t like olives either, but loved this – it tasted almost like guacamole) and grilled chard. Both the steak and fish were cooked perfectly. Absolutely divine.

For dessert, Hubby had cayenne banana ice cream and I had the special, a pineapple tarte with ice cream.

It was a fantastic meal. In fact, it was so good that we decided we’re going back on Friday night to order completely different dishes.

I may have to buy bigger pants on this trip.

Ahhhh, Athens. I am to Athens as Indiana Jones is to Venice.

(Well drat, the clock just rolled over midnight. This post was actually written on 3/16.)

Five Years In and Still Going Strong

Well, well. Today is my bloggy-bloggy-birthday. This little blog is FIVE years old today. It is merely a fluke of nature that the blog was birthed on Pi Day, but that always gives me something else to celebrate.

I deserve a parade, or something. That’s it – my very own float in the geek’s Pi Parade. Bring me my tiara and don’t forget a piece of pie!

What started as a rant about bad manners led to politics, of course. Duh. A year went by, and the blog got its sea-legs.. After two years, there were more readers, more commenters and I was venturing out to meet face to face some of the intertubez folks that were previously called “friends I haven’t met yet.” Year three showed even more growth, including the first picture of little ol’ me holding my favorite dessert. 2008 was my first CPAC, where I was indoctrinated in “The Rules” and met Erick the Giant Slayer and the neighbor I didn’t know I had. Then birthday number four rolled around. The blog was bursting at its seams with many friends, a few enemies (remember, Rule 4) and parsecs of snarkage. Just a few days after that celebration, I coined my favorite phrase of 2010, “Sometimes the stupidity of people just stupefies me.” During this past year, along with dishing out massive amounts of discontent on the powers that be and the media minions who lick their toes, I was also invited to join the blogging families of Potluck and PeachPundit. Happy, happy, happy – just spreading the joy, baby.

Pi, in and of itself, can make a political statement. Imagine these two having a discussion on the steps of the Wisconsin Capitol. There, I knew you’d get it. What a perfect illustration of the moronisphere of politics populated with your standard sleazy Democrats, standard sleazy Republicans, standard sleazy Independents, screaming Union goons, whining Presidents, scheming First Ladies, incompetent government officials. And I didn’t even mention Georgia, that bastion of gentility in government affairs. Sex, lobbyists, video tape. Oh wait, that was last session.

In searching for Pi-related party favors, I ran across this interesting cartoon where dinosaurs are discussing Pi Approximation Day at The World of Pi (no, it’s not a restaurant).

Oh, the horror! Pi approximation? Reducing the exactness of exquisite perfection to a mere approximation? Egad! That’s like saying a stick drawing is a suitable rendering of the Mona Lisa. What interested me the most is the what the T-Rex says in the last frame…“Failure is just success rounded down, my friend.”

If ever there was a motto for the Obama Legacy, that’s it. Bam. You’re welcome. I’m feeling very Maleficent today, so watch your step.

As always, I want to thank The Anchoress for providing the spark. See what you started?!?! 😉

UPDATE: I always knew that Albert Einstein was born today (how fittin’), but March 14 is also Truett Cathy’s birthday. (For you pesky non-natives, he is the inventor of my addiction, Chick-fil-A). He is 90 years young today. Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha…now I have a reason to link to my favorite song.

UPDATE II: Instalanche! Thanks Professor Glenn for the birthday wishes. I was walking in the door of the PeachPundit Road Show when the ‘lanche hit, so I was a’schmoozin’ it up instead of sitting at home watching the sitemeter spin into the stratosphere. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.

UPDATE III: And look! There was a Memorandum thread for little ol’ me, while I was a’schmoozin’, too! (Thanks Fausta!)

Tempest in the Sweet Teapot – UPDATED

Good grief. The victim mentality just never knows when to stop.

Chick-fil-A is tangled in a controversy drummed up by gay activists. In their eyes, providing food to an event constitutes an endorsement of every political stand, view, motive, and mission of the event sponsor/promoter. What a contrived pile of steaming horse-hooey.

So are all caterers on the hook now for the political views of every participant at events they work? Brides, be careful. And diners, watch out! Are restaurateurs required to get signed affidavits stating diners sexual preferences prior to serving food? When do you hand those out? During the pre-wait maître d’ bribe? Or in the bar, while you suspiciously watch others being seated before you? Will the forms need to be notarized? Will bartenders now be required to double as notaries? (There’s a new, higher fee for that in Georgia, you know.) The possibilities for stupidity are endless.

There’s even a Boycott Chick-fil-A Facebook page. (Eyeroll)

Read CEO Dan Cathy’s statement here. Well said, sir. Basically, Get over yourselves.”

Meanwhile, I’ll keep singing my favorite song.

UPDATE: Michelle Malkin weighs in, noting the NYT‘s usual underhanded smear tactics:

Over the weekend, New York Times reporter Kim Severson gave the Chick-fil-A bashers a coveted Sunday A-section megaphone — repeatedly parroting the “Chick-fil-A is anti-gay” slur and raising fears of “evangelical Christianity’s muscle flexing” with only the thinnest veneer of journalistic objectivity. Severson, you see, is an openly gay advocate of same-sex marriage equality herself and the former vice-president of the identity politics-mongering National Gay and Lesbian Journalists Association.

In a bitter op-ed on gay marriage laws not changing quickly enough, she asserted: “I don’t want the crumbs. I want the whole cake.” Severson has voiced complaints about her social and economic status as an unwed lesbian with a partner and child in several media publications.

None of this was disclosed in Severson’s advocacy journalism hit job on Chick-fil-A. But therein lies the unofficial motto of The Gray Lady: All the ideological conflicts of interest unfit to print.

Progressive groups are gloating over Chick-fil-A’s public relations troubles exacerbated by the nation’s politicized paper of record. This is not because they care about winning hearts and minds over gay rights or marriage policy, but because their core objective is to marginalize political opponents and chill Christian philanthropy and activism. The fearsome “muscle flexing” isn’t being done by innocent job-creators selling chicken sandwiches and waffle fries. It’s being done by the hysterical bullies trying to drive them off of college grounds and out of their neighborhoods in the name of “human rights.”

Remember: These were the same tactics the left-wing mob used in California to intimidate supporters of the Proposition 8 traditional marriage initiative. Individual donors were put on an “Anti-Gay Black List.” Businesses who contributed money to the Prop. 8 campaign were besieged by fist-wielding protesters. The artistic director of the California Musical Theatre was forced to resign over his $1,000 donation.

Message: Associate with the wrong political cause and you will pay. So much for national “civility.”

I’m shocked, just shocked that the NYT would stoop this low. Oh wait, they do it all the time, especially when the target of their twisted distain is:
a. Christian
b. American
c. Exceptional

More on Kim Severson here. Evidently she used to be a food editor at the Grey Lady and is now the paper’s Atlanta Bureau chief. Heh. Don’t get me started on carpbetbaggers and “the arrogance of infernal Yankeedom.”

Ree and Scarlett, Take 245

Ree had a party of school chums out at the ranch this weekend. One thing they did was reenact a scene from Gone with the Wind, complete with ringlet hairpieces and fake mustaches. Check out her post (that’s ok, I’ll wait).

Now here is the real scene (sorry, it won’t embed). That’s ok, I’ll wait.

Now all true Southern girls (and then some) know the entire GWTW script by hearts. And which dress Scarlett wore where. How do you think you would do?

(And boys, it’s ok to play from the women’s tees today.)

Quote of the Year

Snowmaggedon, Southern Style

The dreaded snow storm arrived today, around lunch time. So far, we’ve got 3-4 inches. Nothing compared to DC and the surrounding areas, but still enough to freak out/shut down Atlanta.

View out the front door at 5pm…

View out the back door at 5pm…

Still snowing.

UPDATE: There’s now snow on the ground in all 50 states, possibly for the first time ever. It’s the global warming, stupid.

Quote of the Day

Stogie, over at American Power, on ninnies who holler “racist!” anytime someone defends their Southerness:

…that people of prior generations with different social mores, cultures, beliefs and situations should be denounced for not holding 21st century views, even though they never lived in modern times?

Sigh. Since the rules on what you can and cannot say about race change daily and are also dependent on which party believes what at a point in time, it makes it hard to carry on any type of discussion with anyone more than 2 shades lighter/darker than their current conversational partner.

Oh, look, a flowchart! (h/t Larwyn)

Clayton News

Check out my latest post on Clayton County at Atlanta Politics Online.

Georgia vs. South Carolina

Senator Blutarsky has the ULTIMATE UGA vs. USC gameday preview.

Spot-on. No clue as to how he will top this one. Go Dawgs!


UPDATE: Never a dull moment with Spurrier. Despite some monumental mistakes, the Dawgs manage to pull it out. Anybody with a visor count?

Now That’s Funny

So sad that I couldn’t play along tonight – I’m up in Nashville again. We had dinner with an old friend at Bar-B-Cutie (major yum yum). But you can be sure I’ll save this for the next 2 Minute Hate (h/t Amused Cynic, who h/t’d it from Ace).


Summer Is Here – Fry a Chicken

Nothing says summer down south than the aroma of frying chicken wafting from down the street. This is a sweet story and a great recipe.

fried chicken

Save a leg for me! That one…right there.

Spring Means Fruit and Fruit Means PIE

Well, really spring rarely happens anymore in Atlanta. It’s that 48 hours between the morning you finally feel it’s safe to turn the furnace off before that afternoon you need to turn the A/C on. 55 degrees on Monday, 85 by Wednesday. No inbetweenies. North Carolina still has a spring. Atlanta usually doesn’t.

But spring/early summer means FRUIT and fruit means PIE. Forget those fancy nouveau cakes of many layers and fancy do-daddies you see on the cake shows (unless they are chocolate, of course!). I like pie. I LOVE pie. I even started this blog on Pi Day – how’s that for likin’ pie?

Smitten Kitchen has put me into a raspberry swoon. I looooooovve rassssssberries. A container seldom makes it home from the store before being raided. Yum.

Go there for the recipe, funny commentary and pictures to die for. Rasssssssberrrrrrries. Gimme gimme gimme.


Update: Yeah, yeah, so what that I posted the Thursday Food Fun on Wednesday. Who cares? It’s all about the raaaahhhhhhhhsssssssbeeerrrrrries! That reminds of a post long, long ago at The Anchoress about “Stru-auorwwwberries.”

Sad Saturday Georgia Round-up

Today we said good-bye to hubby’s best friend’s dad. A fine man, husband, father, grandfather and great-grandfather. He was always one of those old fellas who had the ‘twinkly eyes’ – always up to something. The Greatest Generation is shrinking exponentially now. After we, the children and grandchildren of that generation, are gone, who will remember their courage and sacrifice?

Georgia Quote of the Day goes to the Paul Westerdawg of Georgia Sports Blog on Matt Stafford going as the #1 draft pick to the Detroit Lions:

Personally, I’m hoping they use their 2nd, 3rd and 4th round picks on offensive linemen. It’s extremely hard to be a good quarterback when you’re in the hospital.

Knowshon Moreno went 12th to Denver. To those who don’t bleed Red & Black, Knowshon is the closest thing in years to the immortal Bulldawg Herschel Walker. Blutarsky gets all misty.

Buzz at PeachPundit lists the Georgia candidates in the next election who tweet. Is it just me, or is it just too soon? We’re still suffering from the last election’s hangover.

Georgia nemesis meets Moron-in-Chief. Captions please.

The CDC, based in Atlanta, is very busy these days. Maybe those clowns in Congress will get serious about closing the border now.

The Barnes stealth campaign continues.

Those little Trade School nanos sure stay busy…

Federal aid for flooded Georgians in South Georgia. Hope its real aid, with no strings attached like that TARP crap.

The Athens Banner-Herald wins the Georgia AP Story of the Year for “Zach’s Life.” Kleenex required.

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