Tag: White Trash Roots
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A Dayquil-Induced Rant Against Pretentious Food Porn Magazines (Mainly, Saveur)
I was deathly ill last week. I was fairly certain it was the summer plague or typhoid. I’m not sure. My guess was walking pneumonia, but I’ll admit I tend to be a bit dramatic on these issues sometimes. It started with a sore throat, some harmless coughing. Then, over the course of the next…
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Haciendo Fideo: Making Noodle Soup
So….I’m Mexican. (Bet you didn’t see that one coming). Don’t let the pale, sunburn-prone skin and curly, red hair fool you. I am definitely La Chicana. Maybe even a Chola. I don’t know. I haven’t fully explored my new-found ethnicity yet. Let me explain: since my adult-companion-caretaker-for-life XFE has been out of town a lot…
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I Want All My Babies’ Mamas
I am hopping mad, y’all. Madder than a cat on bath day. Our civil liberties as citizens of this fine nation are under attack. Our constitutional rights are being trod upon. And no, I’m not talking about efforts to rein in assault rifles. I’m talking about the premature cancellation of this fine bit of television…
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I Guess That ‘Here Comes the Bride’ is a Pretty Catchy Jam
Poor Reese Witherspoon. Parents are, indeed, a neverending embarrassment. According to several media reports, Reese Witherspoon’s dad got married back in January. But before you pull out the congratulatory champagne, keep in mind: he wasn’t divorced from Reese’s mother. The Tennessean had the story first on Thursday: The Hollywood star’s mother, Mary Elizabeth Witherspoon, who…
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Reality Time: Getting in Touch with My Redneck Roots via Duck Dynasty
It’s Sunday afternoon and we’re watching the Talladega Sprint Cup. We don’t usually watch NASCAR, but it’s a lazy Sunday afternoon and we’ve done just about everything else we needed to do this weekend, so it seems like a suitable pastime at 4:30 on a Sunday afternoon. I’m only watching it because they have a…