No need. I was there 30 minutes before she was supposed to present with my nose pressed up against the window, fogging up the glass with my breathing.
That was one tough lesson and I've found it so true that what doesn't kill us at least shames us enough to double check our calendar next time.
On another note, I made collard greens Thursday night for Darius' class' Thanksgiving potluck. Apparently, he told his beautiful teacher that I made really good greens and she asked that I contribute those to the meal. I suffered no small amount of shame when I had to confessed that the only greens I've ever served were from a can. It was a not a proud moment.
Just because I've never made them, though, doesn't mean I don't love them and I asked if she'd let her class be my very first tasters. She was willing and I was petrified.
Why? The dirt. All I've ever heard about cooking greens is that they're actually not that hard, you just have to MAKE SURE YOU WASH THEM LIKE CRAZY! The worst thing is to bite into a forkful of beautiful collards only to be met with grit.
The worst thing.
I washed them like a precious newborn babe. Eight giant bunches of them.
While I was washing, I brought my water to a nice boil and added my neck bones and seasoning just like Paula Deen told me to in a vision, or on the Food Network. Even though everyone from Darius' teacher to the lady behind me in line at the grocery store told me how to make 'em, I just felt better with a recipe I could quadruple.
Note: when quadrupling a recipe, you might think twice about quadrupling the salt. If you do, your greens might turn out tasting good but slightly over salted producing post-consumption eye puffiness and extreme thirst.
Like you've been walking for hours in a desert.
Anyway, I'd love to show you pictures of Sadie and my first attempt at collard greens but my computer's hard drive is bidding me a slow and painful farewell so I'm having to type this whole thing on my phone while driving to San Antonio for Thanksgiving.
That, my friends, is commitment. Or a way to look distracted so I don't have
to do the "Sic Em, Bears" claw thing with the rest of the car as we drive through Waco.
Seriously. Trey made us. And the whole thing makes me curious...so, at Baylor, it's ok to basically encourage your team to claw your opponent's face off like a ferocious wild animal but you'd better not dance the two-step.
Just one of the things that makes me go hmmmmm.
Happy Thanksgiving from me and my jive turkeys!