Landing and stumbling off the plane thanks to my swollen feets and lack of sleep I found my way to the baggage claim area and secured my bag. It was still only 620am and I just didnt think I could go to my hotel so DANG early. So I plopped my booty down in the atrium in the airport next to the big ole dinosaur bones and cracked open my current novel. Im reading the Percy Jackson books. (Shipley and Wickman might get a kick out of them) I had to giggle, as I was there reading this gentleman was passed out in one of the super cozy chairs and kept snoring on and off.. I felt at home.. LOL..
As I sat there reading with music playing in my ears to ward off the sound of the snoring man, my nose was filled with a wonderful aroma. I had seen that Wendy's was open but I thought that delicious smell couldnt be coming from there.
I got up to search out the source of that delicious smell and what did I find? HINT Mrs Helen would be so proud! Thats right I hit Paschals for eggs, bacon and yes, the breakfast of the gods, GRITS!!! They were so dang delicious! Now, Im not saying they were better than the ones Grandma made but OH MAN, after my long day and and the flight, It was like a little plate of comfort there for me to enjoy. Oh man enjoy I did! They could have used some butter and maybe some sausage instead of bacon but I was quite sure i'd almost died and gone to heaven. Or maybe heaven was paying me a nod since I was doing just what Grandma told me to do. That was to eat Grits any chance I got when I was in town.
So in honor and memory of, Grandma Helen. Breakfast was to you!
5 comments:
Dude, if I didn't feel like puking all the time, I might head out on a quest to find me a bowl of grits too!!
How long are you in Atlanta for? It would be fun to meet up... maybe for an afternoon at the aquarium down there (or something). You're probably busy with work, but we'd sure love to see you.
Thanks for your comment on my blog. It made my morning!
Well you must have felt right at home with the snoring. Dad and I are going to have to come up with plan B as the nightguards are a joke. Grits, ummmmm. I'm just not feeling it right now. Love you and miss you.. I'll be making a wedding cake tomorrow.. Lucky me.
You should be a writer. I couldn't close my eyes and image I was there because I was reading, but I could smell the grits for sure. Thanks for updating!!!!!-betty
Amen to "GRITS!!! They were so dang delicious!" We actually had that for Truman's birthday dinner since I know how much he loves eggs.
You should have used your carry-on bag for a leg rest.
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