Rambling, rambling, Oh what fun!

On Sunday afternoon we were one of the last families to leave the church, and our church is not one of those "get out at noon on the dot" type of churches anyway. We went home, changed our clothes (because I couldn't wait to get out of that skirt with the way the wind was blowing!) and decided that it was time to do some foraging. Maybe we should be further up in the food chain then simple foraging, but some days it doesn't seem that way. Our mostly empty fridge and completely non-creative brains were no help at all. Eventually, we loaded back up in the truck and headed south - into the no man's land of dum dum dum.... Cracker Barrel, late on a Sunday afternoon.

What were we thinking?

After a 30 minute wait, one broken decorative item, a round of checkers, two packs of raisins for my low blood sugar, listening to a talking robotic bird chatter annoyingly and buying stick candy on the promise that the boys could eat it later, we were finally seated.

We order, and I even branched out a little. I still got breakfast, of course, but I got a skillet thing, with potato and peppers and even some turkey sausage thrown in with my usual egg and cheese.

Then we wait some more... color the kids coloring page. Play the peg game, which declares us to be everything from "plain eg-no-ramoose" to "purty smart". None of us were able to achieve the Genius ranking, which is only one peg left. Perhaps if the food had taken a little longer? Ah, the world will never know.

But eventually, the food comes. Everyone chows down and is thrilled. Obviously, the place is hopping. Crazy busy. But we only have grape jelly at our table, and I really really don't like grape. So when I can finally catch her attention, I ask the waitress for some honey, or another flavor of jelly. Something. Everyone finishes eating. Except for my biscuit. The waitress comes back and asks if we want a to-go box, which of course we do... and I was so brave. I asked, again, for my jelly.

Normally I would have just packed it up and ignored it. But I really wanted to have some biscuit. Of course, by the time I had some the meal was over, and it was cold, but I was proud of myself for not being afraid to ask for what I wanted. Plus, she brought me three, so I got to bring two of them home. Nice little sample size blackberry jelly. Go me!

It's funny. I really really don't like purple grape anything. I like muscadine grape jelly. I like white grape juice. I will eat grapes plain in any color, but if given a choice I pick green. But I can't stand purple grape jelly, or juice. Somehow, Andy didn't seem to know this. How he could have been with me for 10 years and not know that... well, just goes to show that I am not very vocal about my dislikes. After the Cracker Barrel incident I was thinking about it, and I realized that grape juice, and grape jelly, taste like communion. I think that is why I don't like them. Not that I don't like to partake of holy communion. It just seems somehow wrong to drink communion juice in gulps out of a regular cup on a regular day.

That is my opinion, and I'm sticking to it.

In the meantime, my boys are going to guzzle a gallon down every day. I guess they will say, "more for us!"