So I had to laugh at all the "fried pie" comments I got on my previous post...I wasn't thinking about that being such a "Southern thang"...but I guess it is!
My mom used to make fried pies occasionally, but I grew up with stories of her grandmother making them all the time...
You roll out some dough into a 6 - 8" circle, put some pie filling in the middle, fold the dough around it (into a half circle) and crimp the dough closed with a fork. Then you fry the pie in hot oil until it's golden brown...and maybe sprinkle it with some sugar if you wanna get all fancy.
Viola! A delectable handheld treat!
On a potentially-related "Southern" note, I used to get some real looks at the office when I was pregnant. Since I wasn't eating lunchmeat, every day of the world I ate a peanut butter and banana sandwich on whole wheat (with two glasses of milk).
I grew up eating that combination, but I don't think most folks this far north had ever heard of it. If you haven't tried it, the banana / peanut butter combo is outstanding!
The girls have suddenly decided they like having their teeth flossed. I used to do it (with a little flosser pick) on occasion, whenever I would see something I couldn't get with the toothbrush...but it never went very smoothly.
The last time I needed to use a flosser, I made a big deal of how good it feels to floss your teeth. I turned on some serious Vanna and sold that experience for all it was worth.
Over the last week, the girls can hardly wait to get their pajamas on..."Flosssers!" they cheer. (And I have to laugh just a bit!)
I was listening to the radio on the way home from the grocery store last night. I'm not often in the car for very long these days, so I don't hear much of what's on the radio, but I happened on a Pink song that I'd heard a time or two before.
I came home to look up the full lyrics, and -- while I really hate that there's a big expletive right in the middle of the title line / chorus -- I was still really struck by the message...
Pretty, pretty please
Don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than ... perfect