My cousins and I don't see each other very often these day. Which is a shame because we used to spend a lot of time together. Like here, on my Mammaw's back porch back in 1970 something
At the funeral home we were talking about how very different we all are, except for one thing. As my cousin Dan said, you could ask any of us what our three favorite things to do were and the answers would be completely different, except for "eat." Which might explain why ain't none of skinny no more like we were in that picture. We also decded that we all like to entertain in some fashion. Whether it's music, art, writing or just excelling at hostessing or just flat-out showing off. Like my late Uncle Bill who would go to his favorite restaurant Mom Perry's Bounty Table (with the all you can eat buffet) and say "You're going to lose money on this Mom Perry." We decided to call our love of a good spread our "Buffet Gene." This gene is not recessive. The only cure is to avoid buffets, which is, of course, ridiculous.
I would like to interrupt this blog post to insist that all of my beloved family members stop smoking right this minute! Stop it! Kick the habit and join the unhooked generation. Okay, that said, back to the Buffet Gene. We went outside for a bit. It was a beautiful day outside the funeral home nestled in the hills of Kentucky.
And my cousin asked if anyone wanted a pop or water and he opened up his trunk to reveal a cooler and a vast assortment of snacks.
Are those Combos? Give it here! Then one of my cousins pointed out that we were tailgiating a funeral and we all burst out laughing. Besides eating and showing off, we are usually pretty good at finding something to laugh at when everything in the world has gone wrong.
|My cousins Bill, Larry & David Ratcliff|
Word of the food spread...