LAWD, HEP ME! AH CAIN’T EAT NO’ MO AIGS!
Posted August 2nd, 2009 by Jill Conner BrowneScott only brought TWELVE DOZEN DEVILED AIGS when he come down here! Some of ‘em plain–’cause them’s my favorites–some with caviar–Kyle loves those–and a whole buncha pickled ones with jalapenos–ever’body loves those. But I swannee, I did not think it was possible–but I am sick to death of aigs at this moment. I don’t care if I don’t see another one for at least a week. I don’t even mind that Scott has been out west with That Other Aig-Eatin’ Woman–I know she didn’t get anywhere near as many as I got so ha–HA!
We had a Very Large Time in Foley–I had not ever seen a house with a porch 100 feet long before–but I can tell you, it makes for some very fine Nappage! Jeffrey and I got to experience the Pirate’s Cove and neither one of us contracted H1-N1, that we know of, so far! Barefoot Wine made sure we felt appropriately festive at the Civic Center and I am still eating cupcakes I brought home–so yippee!
But I am still sick of aigs. For now.
21 Responses to “LAWD, HEP ME! AH CAIN’T EAT NO’ MO AIGS!”
August 2nd, 2009 at 7:16 pm
I would LOOOOOVE a 100 ft long porch. In my Heaven, they’ll have lots of those. =)
August 2nd, 2009 at 7:17 pm
Girl, just eat them cupcakes and give the aigs a rest!
August 2nd, 2009 at 7:26 pm
What in the sam hell does swannee even mean? I saw that in the Big Ass Novel and I was wishing for an English-Southern translation dictionary.
Maybe for your next book?
Yankee by birth, Southern by genetics. But that don’t help me any with the language!
August 2nd, 2009 at 7:51 pm
It sounds like a little piece of heaven – a long porch, deviled eggs, glass of wine. Sigh.
Rhiannon-I swannee translates to I swear for y’all yankees.
August 3rd, 2009 at 5:29 am
Rhiannon darlin’
“swannee” is the genteel Southern way to say “I swear” – because you know – we never swear.
August 3rd, 2009 at 8:38 am
My erudite net-surfing big seester Judy FOUND the origin of “I swan” and its close relative, “I swannee.” Seems it started OUT being a high-falutin’ (now she can find us what a “falute” is and what would a low one look like?) way of affirming the absolute truth of something: I shall warrant you that blah blah–meaning I guarantee you, I promise you I am speaking the truth.
It then, of course, got shortened and bastardized into “I s’wan ye” which was then further shortened and bastardized into “I swannee” or just “I swan.”
So that’s where it come from, I swannee.
August 3rd, 2009 at 11:10 am
then I shall be more conservative in my food offerings. The LAST thing I would EVER want to do is to make you tire of a favorite food. I will attempt to show some restraint, but I try to follow the missive of ” More is More”. Much love. Loved seeing you, even if it was only briefly.
August 3rd, 2009 at 9:49 pm
Oh what nostalgia you have gone and brought up. I think I saw that written in one of your books also. My grandmother had her 3 sisters residing with her, in her home, in their later years, and they would all say, almost in chorus, “Well, I swan…” whenever a statement was made that would evoke them to do just that. My other grandmother, however, must have come from somewhere else, I used to think, cause she would say, “Well, I swannee!”…I thought it was because she has less money and a husband.
August 3rd, 2009 at 9:52 pm
PS-I, myself, find myself here and there, saying “I swannee” too, and my kids or friends look at me like “well why are you acting like a belle, go ahead and say f…” bwhahahahahahahaha
August 4th, 2009 at 6:08 pm
I carry 350 years of Southern blood in my veins. I swear I am a shame to my ancestors.
August 5th, 2009 at 10:12 am
Rhiannon–The only way to make up for your faux pas (fox paws) is to start saying it all the time, in every conversation. And say “boy hidee” a lot, too. And maybe the occasional “shit far” (fire).
August 5th, 2009 at 12:38 pm
SCOTT–you darlin’ one! You know very well under NORMAL CIRCUMSTANCES, there would have been another dozen or so folks in our house that week and them aigs woulda been done et up the very first DAY and I woulda been crab-by for sure!
It was only due to Mama’s Unfortunate Condition that we had to severely curtail the crowd-size, and truth be told, having a loved one lodged in Death’s Doorway does put one off one’s feed somewhat so that none of us was really eating up to what I would call Par. We were more like regular human beings, appetite-wise, as opposed to our usual swarm of all-consuming locusts-type behavior. Did you not notice that?
Hunny PLEASE! We just PICKED at pretty much everything–from the fried chicken, homemade rolls, fresh peas, cracklin’ corn bread, greens, weird but yummy broccoli salad, sweet potato casserole,caramel cake, red velvet cake, and pound cake that Allen’s Mama sent. We hardly TOUCHED the pork tenderloin, lady peas and raspberry chipotle salad that I made and then there was that sweet potato pie that Leigh made. Well, actually, we ate that at one sitting but that banana pudding that Angie FINALLY made for us? It took us two whole days to eat that–and it was only a gallon-size container!
And then, we managed to FORCE DOWN a FEW plates of the Latino Lasagne and MAYBE a quart and a half of the jalapeno beef dip that you made–but CLEARLY, anybody could SEE we were all just to Worked Up to eat much. Plus it WAS awfully hot and you KNOW how hard it is for Allen to eat when it’s very hot. Six full plates and he is just DONE–he just wears out.
And Jeffrey is so sensitive to Allen’s Moods, he gets too nervous to eat much more than that himself. Isn’t that sweet? George, of course, is In Training and thus, can no longer be counted on to Act Right at the Table–he keeps pushing back. So irritating!
Bailey did her best but she’s way too tiny to be of much help when it comes to cleaning out a refrigerator with her face. So there was really only the 6 of us and well, we just did the best we could under the circumstances but under NO circumstances should you make a negative alteration in the amount of food you prepare and wag down here every time you come. THIS TOO SHALL PASS–and we will be back to our normal creatures-that-ate-Chicago selves before you know it! The WORST POSSIBLE scenario would be to have US return to NORMAL–and there be TOO LITTLE FOOD ON HAND!
OH, THE HORROR! You KNOW it would NOT Be Pretty!
August 5th, 2009 at 12:51 pm
You poor things!!!! All those people and practially NOTHIN’ to eat–NO WONDER you ate all those aigs!!!
August 5th, 2009 at 2:31 pm
Yourhighness, Miz Jill, iffen you don’t want any more’n them aigs, I’ll be more’n happy to take ‘em off your Queenly hands, and eat them all right up my ownself. It won’t be pretty, but I’ll make the sacrifice.
I swan-ee, ever’time I read your posts, I end up gaining weight just thinking about all that food you talk about. Good thing I’m not near my refrigerator!
August 5th, 2009 at 4:38 pm
I am so hungry now, I have to go find someone to cook for me. I must say I am very interested in this “Latino Lasagne” and would be eternally grateful for a recipe or at least a description of it’s contents. I would also like to say I’m a hellofa cook and would love to add to your table at any point in time. God Bless and Lots of Love.
August 5th, 2009 at 5:22 pm
Latina Lasagne ala Scott will be in next book for sure!
August 5th, 2009 at 5:42 pm
WAIT WAIT WAIT!!! Allen’s momma made cake for Y’ALL and NOT FOR US????
ok, I’m back up. That’s why they have me at the Fair now LOL although Caramel Cake and Lemon Cake are a bit beyond my skill set.
AND I can cook some MEAN lady peas.
August 5th, 2009 at 5:43 pm
well damn.
I wrote that I felt faint, but I put it in those brackets which your blog machine read as “DO NOT PRINT”
August 6th, 2009 at 10:32 am
Yes, indeedy-do, MIss Viney-Kiss-My-Aigs-Minner-Cheese Hawg! Mother Payne made ALL them cakes FOR US and NOT for y’all–bwhahahahaha! And there was also a lemon pie kinda thing, too that I failed to mention earlier. TRA-LA-LA! Sucks to be y’all! But I mean that in the Nicest Possible Way, of course. But you already knew that.
August 6th, 2009 at 2:42 pm
My Queen… I do and did understand the unusualness of this gathering and I know that it was an anomaly that has been your particular cross to bear. The love and food will continue unabated whenever and wherever you decide that it needs to be provided. New recipes to be explored and favorites to be revisited. I have started a batch of eggs to a’picklin’ to be prepared for future feastfests. I have a couple of new South American dishes to be presented. Have ya’ll made it to the empanadas in the freezer, yet? And any more of the spinach pepperoni frittatas?
Missing you already…..
xxxxxoooooooo
August 6th, 2009 at 3:46 pm
I think I’m going to puke. I missed everything. I think I may cry, then puke. I missed everything…
Scott, I have pepper jelly with your name on it. also, if I don’t get some of them aigs at some point I may have to snatch you bald headed, but I will be gentle. hell, I’m just sick. SICK!!