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Close to Nowhere Deep fried butter? • My granddaughter’s dad, Jason, has moved from South Dakota to Birmingham, Ala., which makes it much easier for him to get over to see the girls. Saturday, he picked up Meredith and her friend Grace (Remy was at a fossil club meeting with her mom). He took the 15-year-old girls to the Delta Fair at the Agricenter in Germantown, Tenn. Anyone who takes two 15-year-olds anywhere is a brave person! While at the fair, Jason posted a picture on Facebook. Almost everyone that’s seen it has had very negative comments. He took a picture of a sign advertising “Deep Fried Butter - $4.” Yuck is just about all you can say to that! I Googled fried butter just to see what exactly it’s supposed to be. And, you guessed it, it’s exactly what it says -- sticks of butter dipped in batter and deep fried. Apparently, the butter melts into the batter and makes an extremely rich crust around nothing but a stick! YUCK!
• It’s actually my fault that my poor little red car is sitting in the shop right now. Remy, my youngest granddaughter, is trying to convince me that I need a new car -- a van to be specific. We rode in her Aunt Rahe’s van a while back and she’s just positive I need one just like that. I’ve been patting the dashboard of my car and telling it how wonderful I think it is. I bought the car on my 50th birthday -- everyone needs a spiffy, little, red, sporty car on their 50th birthday. Especially one that gets 35 miles per gallon! I tell everyone that will listen that nothing ever goes wrong with my car. I have 207+K miles on it and I’ve had it tuned up twice and a blower fan put on it. So Tuesday morning I pulled into Waterford Express to get my daily Diet Pepsi’s and, as I was running late, I dashed in and dashed right back out. My car wouldn’t even turn over. Pop had to come rescue me. He tapped on the starter, the car cranked right up and I drove straight to the auto repair shop! • And, in case you’re wondering, I plan to never, ever try eating fried butter! |
     
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