At this point, I’ve been posting so long I don’t want to go back and search to see if I’ve done something before, so bear with me. Or, you know, don’t. I ain’t the boss of you. ANYWAY, this was a joke my grandpa liked,…
Tag: memories
My Kentucky country relatives used figurative language so colorful and specific, it amounted to poetry. I mean, yeah, “a toothy grin” paints a picture, but there’s nothing striking about the image. Ah, but my Kentucky country relatives never used “a toothy grin” to describe a…
Sounds like something that got shoved under the car seat and forgotten, but it isn’t. I’m talking about hamburgers like my grandma Ruby used to make them. Best. Hamburgers. Ever. I’ve been spearmentin, and I’ve just about nailed it. You put the burger in a…
