I am feeling so down home country right about now. It's a good feeling to have. Have ya'll ever ate some fried green tomatoes? Well, I have now, and they were pretty yummy. And they were easy to cook as well. Them fried green maters were so scrumptious that Seth (1 1/2 yrs. old) couldn't stop eating them till the serving plate was empty.
After our southern summer supper of tuna salad, cottage cheese, fried yellow squash, and fried green tomatoes, we headed out for a cub scout outing at the local race track. Now let me just say, my family loves some racing. Some kids might be into video games, or Barney, or Hannah Montana, but nothing gets my kids excited like playing pit crew or seeing a good wreck on the track (unless it's time to watch Mr. Rogers).
Of special interest to Jacob (age 7) was the Bandelero Bandits division which is kids aged 8 to 11 racing their hearts out. He can hardly wait till he turns 8 now. The Crash Cars were fun to watch too. The third car to cross the black and white checkers was the winner. It's only in the good ole South where you have cars boasting names like Vigilante, White Boy, Road Hawg Rebel, Redneck Medic, No Insurance, and Trouble out on the track duking it out to come in third place so they can be in first place! And where you can watch "the old men" (ages 40 and up) race and see 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, and last place cross the finish line all at the same time! Whew, that was pure exciting!! And hear the announcer on the loudspeaker using such language as holy guacamole, and caddywumpus. Our hearts grew proud as we heard the announcement that it is our local track that won the right to have the world Chicken Dance finals in August.
Eli (3 1/2) got his shirt signed by LugNut, the track mascot. All four kids got autographs from two of the kid drivers. And Jacob caught a shirt that was being thrown into the audience. When Jake unrolled the shirt, it turned out to be a Jeff Gordon wifebeater (haha! - for us, Jeff Gordon is right up there with Kyle Busch and Juan Pablo Montoya - the drivers we love to hate!). But Jacob was thrilled and wore it to sleep in last night even though the arm holes come down to his waist and the bottom of the shirt hits his calves. And Savannah faithfully cheered for the pink or purple race cars, even when they came in dead last.
The only thing that would've made the experience more down home country would have been a brown paper bag full of boiled peanuts (if you ain't never had them, you sure are missing out on some good eating), but since Eli's allergic to peanuts, we settled for our individual packs of Lorna Doone shortbread cookies.