Well Butter My Butt And Call Me A Biscuit!

March 19, 2018  •  Leave a Comment

Feeling kinda Southern?

I lived in Missouri for a couple of years. It wasn't the South by any means, but it was more South than Utah.

I remember summers in Missouri with watermelon -which I'd never seen before...maybe there aren't, or weren't any in Scotland when I lived there- and I was blown away by the size of it, and the redness inside, and the taste!

The summers felt just like they are portrayed in the movies like The Sandlot...oh wait, that was the early 60's. Close enough. Okay, The Brady Bunch... summers were just like that! Fun! Outdoors! BoomBoxes! Bongs! (Can I say that?) Fantastic music! Great times! -End of tangent.-

I think a breakfast biscuit and a red checkered table cloth will jog most memories though. Heck, it might even make some folks think of Mickey D's. Whatever works:)

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