I have a Paula Deen story.... Years ago, on the way to Disney, we drove down, stopped over at a friends house in Florence SC for an overnight.... on the way down and then on the way back up again. (Good times!!!) Anyway she had family in Savannah so they made ressies for us in case the restaurant was packed. Locals could make ressies, out of towners would have to wait for 1st availability. So I had said that I wanted ressies at around 1 pm but her sister never got the message and made them for 12 noon. The time comes to leave and you know how it is when 2 girlfriends get together, so much to talk about and so little time.
We were running late, so like a bat out of hell I flew down I 95 trying to make that time. Somewhere in Georgia I hit what I like to call a fund raiser. Other people call it a speed trap. There was a fellow up on the overpass aiming the speed gun at me so I knew I was a dead duck. I pulled over right away, right by the on ramp connected to that overpass to see 9 patrol cars lined up to collect their bounty. I took my ticket and went on my way.
Later that day I called my girlfriend and let her know about the speed trap since she was always running down to Savannah to see family. She said "Oh I meant to tell you about that. They pulled me over right after we moved down here and before I got the license plates changed on the car". She said "As soon as I opened my mouth.... (she had a thick southern accent) the officer said "where are you from?" She told him she "was from Florence and she was driving her husbands car" (with the out of State plates). The officer said "YOU CAN GO!!!"
It seems I had the correct out of state license plate to contribute to the fundraiser...
So we get to Paula Deen's. I am thrilled beyond words as I approach the podium and in my best southern accent say " Hey y'all, Bridget's here for her 12 o'clock" We get in and everybody decides to have the lunch buffet. I am shocked at how skinny the chickens are and I decide that Paula needs to be introduced to Frank Purdue (Chicken king) as soon as possible. My husband takes my youngest up for seconds and he comes back with a big bowl of 'soup'. I think to myself "I don't remember seeing soup up there" but my boy is chowing down and making those moaning sounds a Mom hears when they are eating something really good. I decide that I must try this soup so I ask DS to pass the bowl so I can try it myself.
I take a spoonful and discover it's TARTER SAUCE!! My husband has given my son a bowl of tarter sauce and now I have to explain why he can't have it because his coronary arteries are closing right at this very moment simply from the amount he has already ingested.
My husband is no longer allowed to take ANYBODY up to a buffet and the Center for Disease Control has declared him a public health menace!
~NM