General Rousell,
I leave for two weeks and return to find you have organized a 'welcome home' party for me -- how thoughtful [:D] ! This sort of reminds me of the pot luck dinners at church, with everyone bringing a dish 'big enough for their family, plus a little bit more'.
Since my wife and I have returned from touring the Delta South, I've brought along some dishes we sampled along the route:
Fried Catfish
Blackened Catfish
Blackened Snapper
Blackened Chicken
Gumbo
Red Beans and Rice
Fresh Pineapple
And another regional favorite, courtesy of our favorite New Orleans general (I'm speaking of Lawrence Bertolino, not P.G.T. Beauregard!), Po-Boy sandwiches!
We also learned a few French phrases on our trip. One was 'lagniappe' (pronounced LAN-yap), meaning 'a little something extra, a gift'. Our lagniappe is a fresh batch of beignets (pronounced Ben-YAYZ), dainty French pastries.
There's lots of good food here, but be sure to save room -- I expect Bill Peters will be here any time now with 101 ways to serve potatoes [:D] !
Now for an after-dinner story, from our journey:
One evening, my wife and I were leaning over the railing of our transport and watching the Mississippi levees float by. After several minutes of this, she looked at me and said, "A penny for your thoughts, David."
"Well, uh, I was thinkin' it's about time for a little kiss."
She blushed, then leaned over and kissed me. Then I blushed. Then we went back to gazing over the river.
After a while, she spoke again. "Another penny for your thoughts."
"Well, uh, I was thinkin' it's about time for a little hug."
She blushed, then leaned over and hugged me. Then I blushed. Then we went back to gazing over the river.
In a little while, she spoke up again. "Another penny for your thoughts."
"Well, uh, I was thinkin' it's about time you let me put my hand on your knee."
She blushed, then took my hand and put in on her knee. Then I blushed. Then we went back to gazing over the river.
Soon, she spoke once more. "Another penny for your thoughts."
I knitted my brow. "Well, now," I said, "my thoughts are a bit more serious this time."
"Really?" she replied in a whisper, filled with anticipation.
"Yup," I said.
She looked away in shyness, began to blush, and bit her lip in anticipation of the ultimate request.
"Don't you think it's about time you paid me the first three pennies?"
Your humble servant,
LGen 'Dee Dubya' Mallory
David W. Mallory
ACW - Lieutenant General, Chief of the Armies, Confederate States of America
CCC - Corporal, Georgia Volunteers, Southern Regional Deaprtment, Colonial American Army
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