I’m having the darnest time uploading pictures lately. Not all too happy about that really but anyway…
And maybe it’s all for the best. I was trying to upload pictures of this not so slammin’ meal I cooked yesterday. The salad wasn’t all bad, to be honest. I mean, it wouldn’t win a photo contest or nothing but I quite enjoyed myself. It’s the fish that would’ve thrown you off. I’ve heard of blackened salmon but is there such a thing as blackened fish? Whiting, that is. ‘Now, in my mind I’m thinking, all these so-called foodies out there don’t get it right the first, second or third time either. That would definitely be me.
Anyway, just to give you random tidbits, my internet, I kid you not, is slower than dial-up. Don’t even ask why or how long it’ll be that way. Don’t you just hate folk asking you questions and whatnot when you’re frustrated? Beatrice from Apartment 7B won’t be none too happy about this picture upload issue. Just know that I’ll explain the deal later. I have a lot to share with you good folks actually but all in due time. As it is, I’m making do with what I have, which means I’m grinning and bearing it, pretty much.
On a much different note, I was talking to this young woman and she was giving me the brevity of this little relationship she was in with this fella. Now, when I saw the fella and thought of her, I thought she was just a little something to do. Know what I mean? There are times the strangest of thoughts can run across folks mind and I know ’cause I’m a folk. Well, this last fella I saw I got to thinking on him one time ’cause from the way he talked, he’d seen a fair amount of women folk and my thought was, ‘His ole recycled ass.’ You know, just somebody going in and outta this and that hole. He just started looking nasty to me.
So when this little chick told me about this fella she was seeing, who she now says, “I don’t know what we are now,” I got to thinking about the song in the video below. Now, Beatrice from Apartment 7B is a staunch feminist. She’d have some shit to say to that young woman I, a part-time genteel southern woman like myself, would never say. (wink, wink)
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I like the idea of being a part-time genteel southern woman. Full-time gentility is so confining.
Yes, it is. Confining is such a fitting word and I shall expand on that in the near future.
You’re right. I guarantee you those TV chefs have to practice too before they get it right. That young woman sounds like she needs a good talkin’-to from Beatrice. You ought to sic B on her right away!
This is the kind of thing B lives for. And what a place for a woman to be in, not knowing and all. Yes, B to the rescue…
I think you should tell her, she deserves to know what she is into, or what is in her..
“What is in her…” You’ve said a lot with a little. Hmmm…
“You know, just somebody going in and outta this and that hole” …. owww. Sister, get your Beatrice on and work out something to say that’ll have her get the situation. A snap for someone as formidable as the good B.
Now that I’m reading the responses, I do wonder if the young woman later realized how that sounded to me.
I hate we missed the shot of your fish dish. It’s so hard to something new and exciting with fish. Here in the south, which I don’t have to tell you, we like ours dipped in cornmeal and fried – period. My husband does a nice grilled salmon but other fish fillets just don’t hold up on the grill.
Yep, I know all about the fried fish. I so wish I could still eat it. These few pieces I had seemed to take the longest to cook but it wasn’t like I’d ever made it this way before, so I guess that’s what I get. But I can tell you that my salad dressing was olive oil and fresh lemon juice. Not bad at all, which was also a first. Hopefully, these issues will uploading images won’t be a problem beyond today.
My internet at home seems to be slow but it’s my computer. It’s about… I guess 7/8 years old. Do you have a newer computer and it’s still slow? I realized this just this past week because at work I went on wordpress toa page that loads really slow at home and it “perked” right up there… so, yah… maybe ?
In my case, it’s the internet. This laptop, I bought 6 months ago.
Ooooh that “is” weird. I wonder why that is then… Huh…
Man I remember dial up. I was so tickled to death to have access to the computer 11 years ago that I didn’t care about it taking a long time. I used it as my refill coffee time or bathroom time as the page loaded. LOL
We can work around anything… well, I did anyway.
Recycled asses. What will you come up with next? But, if their is such a thing, my ancient one could stand replacing
You sure have a way with words. Crack me up.
Whiting fillets are too thin delicate to cook this style. Need thicker cuts. Red fish most sought and restaurant popular. See New Orleans blackened fish.
Will do. Thanks.
Genteel Southern women. Have you seen the Real Housewives of Atlanta? Explain please!
That’s sensationalism at it best. Or worst. But then, I said I was genteel on a part-time basis, which leaves room for other layers to surface, in the case of The Housewives. I can’t say I watch the show, however. Only when surfing channels I’ve come across it.
I don’t watch any of those shows either. I was just wondering what you would say. That Part-time caveat was a great idea and gets you out of any corner a person would want to put a Southern Belle in. You’re one smart woman–but we already knew that.
Totsy, methinks it’s time to bring Beatrice out of the box and offers this young woman some good counseling. Something tells me that she’s not only feisty but wise and this is just what this lady needs now.
Beatrice would simply love that. She’s in her dressing room now, getting all spiffed up like the ham she is.
They all started out someplace, Totsy, every last one of them.
Hope your photo uploading issue gets resolved soon.
Trying to upload a photo as I speak. I do believe I’m growing grass under my feet, cobwebs around my chair, etc…
Tots, you would have fun burning any food and chasing off any man and singing to the skies about it all, wouldn’t you? I would eat that whiting and help chase off that loser and dance around holla’ing back any old time you say!