LOOK! A HANDY LIST FORMAT!
1. Big Mama’s blog has moved to a brand new location. And she has a mighty sassy new design courtesy of Jules. And I recognize that you probably know all of this already, but I always try to err on the side of redundancy.
(Attention! Big Mama’s blog has moved!)
(See what I mean?)
2. I have been doing a lot of cooking for the last couple of days, which is why you’ve had to look at the post about unfortunate bedtime smells for the last forty eight hours. But all the cooking has reminded me that this recipe? And this one? Gold.
3. I’ve also made a couple of batches of cheese grits. And as I made the cheese grits, I wondered how many of you have never eaten grits before. Because grits are a bit of a staple in these parts. So perhaps some kind of informal survey is in order. Oh thank you.
4. So I’ve tried to not talk too much about the basketball for the last couple of weeks because I know that many of you don’t enjoy it when I talk about the basketball. But the problem with that is that I really, really QUADRUPLE LOVE the basketball, especially when my beloved Bulldogs are in the NCAA tournament, and even moreso when my beloved Bulldogs win their first-round tournament game.
Up next? A little team called Memphis.
They are sort of good.
5. There’s a new podcast on the way.
I KNOW!
We probably won’t post it until Monday because, well, tomorrow is Easter, and somehow it seems wrong, all wrong to commemorate the day of Resurrection by asking you to listen to Big Mama, FryDaddy and me talk about American Idol.
So it’ll keep until Monday.
And we haven’t stopped recording podcasts, I promise – but the last two just have not been up to our lofty standards of mediocrity. Believe me when I tell you that our heart’s desire is to be the highest quality of all the low-quality podcasts (bonus points if you can name that reference), and we will settle for nothing less.
So be patient with us while we shoot for the shrubs.
6. I don’t really have a number six. But for some reason I do not want to end on an even number. Odd numbers are so much more interesting, don’t you think?
7. Happy Easter, everybody.
I live in Canada. We don’t eat grits. But we used to go to Florida every spring for school break. I remember stopping at a diner for breakfast and looking at a menu in which every dish was accompanied by grits. I asked the waitress ever so politely to explain what grits actually were. She looked at me blankly. “Grits?” she said. “Why honey… grits is… grits!”
Boo, number 7. You CRACK ME UP!
Rebecca, whose blog really IS read by tens of people every single day. :)