Tuesday, October 12, 2010

A Perfect Sunday




Yesterday Pearl dragged me down to the local church (local meaning pick one on any corner), where the church ladies stuffed me with fried chicken, ham, meatloaf, biscuits, macaroni-and-cheese, scalloped potatoes, corn casserole, green beans (from Effie’s garden), banana pudding, pecan pie, something with marshmallows—you know, all the typical southern fare—and the preacher’s son and Kelly looked at each other. Then I went home and went to sleep. It was a perfect Sunday.

13 comments:

Grey Horse Matters said...

Sounds like a lot of good food and good friends.

Rural Rambler said...

Debi, looked how at each other? Looked at each other like there could be alot of teenage angst if you find yourself movin' anytime soon or looked at each other like who the dang heck are you?

I love church lady cookin'! Nothing better in the whole big wide country world :)

Sweet Virginia Breeze said...

Sounds like a good Sunday. The best food in the world shows up at church meals,

Greener Pastures--A City Girl Goes Country said...

Rural, well, let's put it this way. They looked at each other in such a way that the Preacher's son suddenly popped by to visit our next door neighbors yesterday. And I'd never seen him here before. And Kelly is considering joining the choir. This could be trouble, lol.

Christina said...

While I will never be a church lady, I do enjoy some church lady cooking. A lot!

Jeff said...

But what about the preachin'?

Greener Pastures--A City Girl Goes Country said...

Well, he was talking about repenting. I think he was sending me a message to go home and tell Kurt he was in big trouble for not coming, lol.

Chris said...

Preacher's son, hummm, I had a boyfriend once who was one. What can I say.......LOOK OUT! All that food is to lure you into complacency. :)

Greener Pastures--A City Girl Goes Country said...

I know Chris. They're like Catholic school girls!

Going Crunchy said...

In my 20's I used to leave quirky things on my answering machine all the time. Then after my first (hot!) date with a preacher's son I left snippets of "Son of a Preacher Man" on my machine. Watch out for the "good" ones.

;-) Shannon

Cynda said...

Oh no you keep that girl away from the preacher's son!

Jamie Ferraioli said...

haha, if only Kelly knew of this stuff you write about her. Um..helloooo...can we say embarrassing??? lol.

Greener Pastures--A City Girl Goes Country said...

That's a mother's job.