Southern at Heart

Silly woman.

She's been trying -unsuccessfully- for a year to get me to eat meat, especially chicken. She's prepared it a variety of ways but I always turned up my nose at her attempts. I wouldn't have anything to do with it.

Last night, unrelenting, she filled my bowl with barbeque chicken and baked beans. Of course I wouldn't have the beans because those are worse than chicken, but I ate all my chicken and all of her chicken. She was surprised, and too happy to realize she was still hungry.

She must have forgotten. I may have been born in California, but I was made in Virginia!