Thursday, October 25, 2012
Close to Nowhere
Road trip to Missouri
I love to go to my sister’s house in Anniston, Mo. She’s lived in the same house for about 30ish years now and it’s just one of those places that feels like “home.”
We took a “newbie” with us this time — Trey, who not only had never been to my sister’s, he’d never been to Lambert’s — “Home of the Throwed Rolls.”
Lambert’s Cafe, in Sikeston, about 15-20 minutes from Jackie’s house, is a favorite with my granddaughters (and me).
It’s kinda fun traveling with just the three “kids.” After a while, I put on my headphones and listened to a book. They’re old enough I can safely ignore them (most of the time!).
Trey liked Lambert’s as much as we do. And since he’s tall and lanky, with long arms, anytime one of the waiters called out “hot rolls” we’d get Trey to hold up his hand and catch us one.
The rolls are big and soft and hot! The tables have baskets with ketchup, salt, pepper, butter and jars of honey, along with a roll or so of paper towels!
As usual, we were full by the time we’d eaten hot rolls with butter and honey, and fried okra (the waiters also walk around with pots of okra, and assorted “pass-arounds” that they’ll put on paper towels until you get an actual plate).
When you get your actual plate of food, which is always good, you kinda sit there with a glazed look on your face thinking — “no way in the world I can eat that!”
We took take-home boxes to Jackie’s and snacked on them all day Saturday.
Remy also got her long-wanted pj pants from Lambert’s — green plaid flannel with “Hot Bun’s” printed across the rear end. Pop had given the girls money before we left and she spent every dime (and some of mine) on those pants. She put them on in the car and wore them the rest of the weekend.
Meredith had made a sweet potato pie from a recipe she’d found on Pinterest. I don’t like sweet potato pie (I love pumpkin pie), so I wasn’t real excited about her making the pies until I tasted one.
Jackie’s son and my nephew Duke came in from the fields he’s harvesting and was talked into a piece of pie — I think mostly because we told him Mere made it.
Later in the day, Duke came bustling back in — one of the field combines had stopped and while waiting on the mechanic to get there, he decided to run back by and get another piece of pie.
He said he’d been thinking about one more piece of pie for an hour or so.
I wondered if he broke the tractor on purpose!
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