“Over the river and through the woods, to grandmother’s house we go…”
Except for me, it was more like “we’re on the same side of the Mississippi River and just driving through the suburbs of Baton Rouge, to Maw Maw and Poppee's house we go…it’s only a ten minute drive. Can we stop at the snow-ball stand on the way, Momma?”
Going to my Maw Maw Leona and Poppee Earl’s house was almost like going to work at my own artist’s studio.
For the past three or four years, I’ve been on a pretty intense health regime not only to keep my second boob fat at bay (some ladies have a muffin top, I have second boob fat. Look it up, it’s a medical phenomenon I’m sure) but mainly because I’ve realized dairy, gluten and sugar make me a mean, hormonal sassy bitch who wants to throw heavy objects. Therefore, what I eat in a day usually consists of kale, onions, peppers, black beans, egg whites, walnuts, salmon (wild caught of course) and tree bark. But, there are a few things that I will beast on guilt free. I don’t even call them cheat days. I hate that term. What am I cheating on? A test? My boyfriend? My fucked up crazy diet? Why should we feel guilty about what we eat? If your body is like mine, which it probably isn’t, it will make you pay for those crap-ass foods later anyways. So, enjoy them full throttle in the moment. The things I enjoy full throttle (yes, let’s make “full throttle” a thing) are delicacies from my motherland of the Dirty South including but not limited to cobbler, doberge cake and cornbread.
As a kid, I wasn't a picky eater. But, when it came to my lunchtime repertoire I got easily bored of cold sandwiches and my mom told me Lunchables were the devil (to those of you who've seen “The Waterboy”, yes, like Kathy Bates’ character, most Cajun mommas really do tell their kids that all temptations are the devil.) So, enter the school lunch time woes