Yesterday I was a Pall Bearer at the funeral of an old family friend. In the Merkin south, one must never turn down a request to be a Pall Bearer. This I learned at the tender age of 16, when I was first asked to do this duty. I wanted to say no, but my dear old southern Mother, to use a good old southern USA term, jerked a knot in me and informed me that I would indeed be a Pall Bearer because one never ever, except if absolutely physically unable, said no to such a request. So, yesterday I dutifully bore that Pall in timeless southern tradition.
OK, enough background. The funeral was at 10:00 A.M. This is apparently another one of those time honored southern traditions, morning funerals. There is a reason for this. The service is held, followed by a procession to the cemetary, replete with city police and/or county sheriff escort, where the dearly departed is commended to the ground. I am convinced the reason funerals in the southern USA are often held in the morning, so that all involved in the funeral, the bereaved, Pall Bearers and assorted others can then gather in the hall of the dearly departed’s church for lunch, which is lovingly perpared by the dear Church Ladies.
Yesterday, I was treated to, as the thread title states, Church Lady Cooking At Its Finest. I’m talking casserole heaven folks. Four different kinds of potato salad. Homemade fried chicken. Roast beef with gravy. Chicken pie. Ham. Fried okra. Casseroles of veggies, and potatoes all glued together with cheese in the finest of casserole tradition. Homemade biscuits (for all you non Merkins, think scones). Cornbread. Sweet tea. Even, for the heathen among us (that includes yours truly) unsweet tea! And the dessert tables…oh the dessert tables…three of em…laden with chocolate cakes, banana puddings, lemon meringue pies, red velvet cakes, peach and apple cobblers, coconut pies, pecan pies, chocolate pudding…drool…Church Ladies and their homemade dessets…God bless their lil’ ol’ hearts!
Needless to say ol’ swampy did his part to make the Church Ladies and their church hall plates happy. I ate good. I hugged Church Ladies and told them how wonderful everything was. I left with two aluminum foil wrapped styrofoam plates full of chocolate cake. (As of matter of fact, no, I don’t have any shame.)
Of course, I also had a five hour drive home afterward with a full tummy, which made me very sleepy, which made driving hell, but it was worth it.
Southern Church Lady cooking. It just don’t get any better than that when it comes to food. I say again, Bless their lil’ ol’ Church Lady hearts!