I forgot to mention that my Aunt B used to make hush puppies with bits of shrimp in 'em. Yowza! That was some good eats!
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What’s a “stick blender”? A blender made of sticks? How long did you actually expect that to last?
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You have an Aunt B?
Ha! Shibby’s a fish!
Other than that, I have nothing else to add at this time.
Other than:
Dear Mr. Pot,
You are black.
Love,
Mr. Kettle.
You are my new bestest friend! 
In fact, that is what I missed the most. I could always bum a light from someone, and I didn’t need my wallet until lunch, but the ChapStick, well, even if I don’t use it for days on end, it still needs to be in my pocket.
So I went home during lunch, and got all that stuff. I feel so much better now. The world is no longer unbalanced.
Biscuits with sausage gravy - double-plus-good. Hush puppies - good. Boiled peanuts - bad.
Shib That doesn’t sound like southern cooking. Sounds Cuban, which is a completely different thing. Unless, of course, it’s from the southern part of Cuba. And Alligator Alley is a nice place. I drove through it on my honeymoon way back in 1988.
Too bad I didn’t know then what I know now - I would have gotten the ex out of the car for some pictures and drove off.
Point? They’re delicious! They’re yummy! They’re scrumptious! That is, they are when they’re done right - with little chunks of onion in them and melt-in-your-mouth fresh…
Pardon the drool…
Count me in with the boiled-peanut haters. I haven’t lived in the south long enough to be truly southern, I guess. But I do like sausage gravy (if it’s done right–maybe all of you gravy-haters haven’t had good gravy) and hush puppies (hot 'n greasy!) and biscuits and sweet tea. Chocolate milk is good too, but I’m a chocolate milk snob and I only drink the good chocolate milk from our local dairy.
I’ve been gone. Anybody miss me? No? It has not been a good week in MagicLand. My almost-new laptop died on Saturday, and I’m getting fired from my job because I can’t read my bosses’ mind and do what he wants, when he doesn’t even know what he wants. Confused? Yeah, me too. 
But I’m not psychic and I can’t read his mind, so I’m better off working somewhere else. I wonder if swampy has any job openings. Maybe a little chocolate milk bribe would help…
Don’t be jealous --my dog ate my sweet peas and my squash plants. But you have me worried, I thought my pear tree was safe. My apple did that the last couple of years, I didn’t know what it was, either. This year when I saw the curling up leaves/misforming apple I cut that fruit or branch off at the closest joint. Its a very young tree and this is the first year I’m getting a good bunch from it. IIRC it’s a golden delicious, but I don’t know when the best time to pick them will be.
Thanks swampy I want to try this one: Spiced Pears Recipe - Food.com mmm spiced pears. Mostly I’m scared of canning wrong and botulizing my family and guests for the holidays.
This is a stick blender. I think they call them that 'cause you can stick them into things. (not* there* you pervs).
And yes, I had an Aunt B, only my Aunt was a mite more salacious than Andy’s. Unfortunately, she rode the cancer train into the sunset a few years ago.
[MagicEyes are you serious about getting fired? Thatt’s a real bummer.
If you know how to install electric things on Navy ships, we’ve got openings up here.
Very serious, and very confused. Because I do more-than-excellent work. It’s a long story–if anyone’s interested, I might tell you more when I feel like talking about it. I wouldn’t have any idea how to install electrical thingys (rewiring a lamp is about the extent of my electrical abilities), but I’m a quick learner!
Sorry, I did that just for the halibut.
Sean, please look up the word “facetious” in the dictionary. Cuba is, after all, south of Florida. And most Cuban food comes directly from the Spanish food. South of Spain, for all I know. Not from the North of Spain. That’s where the finest silver is, for making lockets and such.
Stop it, you’re giving me a haddock.
I didn’t do it on porpoise.
Oh boy. Here we go again.
You’re just being shellfish…
Okay, we’ll just clam up now. Rue started it.
You boys stop all that silliness and get off my front perch!
I feel so eel after reading all these bad puns.
I’ve been sitting here fo an hour trying to figure out a way to work in the one about blowing a seal.