Uncle an' me is wishin' all y'all a Happy Thanksgiving'!!
Shure been a busy mornin' gettin' all the fixin's ready to take to another clan home fer the Big Feast.
We woke to a shock--39 degrees?? Oh dawgs, tha's cold fer Aunty. So...nuthin' can stop the preparation schedule, so I put on mah most outrageous socks an' got to hoppin'.
Aunty had assignments: collard greens, acre peas an' pecan pie.
Trouble we's had is that the acre pea season were real poor. Nary a bag of peas to be found. Even in Black folks' markets. Usually these peas is gold, I mean, no foolin' a pint of peas is seven bucks! And we needs about three quarts for this tribe.
But even a call to a north Georgia farmer's co-op filed to turn up the wee peas. So....we's main' do wif' butter peas...sorta a cross a'tween baby butter beans an' acre peas.
Now fer weeks Uncle has been battlin' the squirrels in hopes of harvesting enough pecans fer a pie. A' God love the man, he did shell enough fer Aunty to make a fine lookin' specimen.
Cain't boast that these is our collard greens...mayhap y'all recall last year how Uncle gre his own and babied them thangs fer weeks. No, these is market bought, but they were purty, dark green an' smooth. I jes' cain't deal wif' mustard greens or even turnip greens...too hairy, too hard to clean. Luv us some good collards, though. Cooked these wif' a big ole hambone....is yore mouth waterin'?.
An' now, sweet thangs, we's off to see the rest of the clan, to give heartfelt thanks fer the many many blessin's we has. Most of all, the blessin's of lots of folks to love...an' Aunty loves each of y'all too. Wish y'all wuz all heah wif' us.
Happy Thanksgiving to all!!
Posted by Aunty Belle at 10:53 AM
Uncle is busy terrifying the wee ones who come looking for their treats, yanking open the door and screaming like Howard Dean, heYAAAAaaa! I, infinitely more literary ( and boring) am delving into.....no, not Poe, Baba Yaga!!
Do y'all know Baba Yaga ? Not sure when I became a fan of this Russian fairy tale character, but by 10 Years ole, poor Aunty be smitten and frightened. Natcherly, Granny fostered this by buying any reference to her. There was even a time when I realized that she would be a stupendous thesis subject- the Crone who earned her power. Heh.
"Baba Yaga is interesting because, although she is described as a terrifying old witch, she is still wise and powerful; wild, cruel but sometimes also kind. Baba Yaga makes a link between the wise women of early myths and the witches of the folk or fairytales.
"In Slavic myths, Baba Yaga is the wild woman or dark lady of magic and in Russian folklore there are many stories about her.
"These stories may come from people who lived in the forests of northern Russia and Finland many years ago. They had stone statues named Yaga. Russian soldiers who came to the area called them Golden Babas.
Often the statues had their own little huts, built on tree stumps, full of gifts. They were statues of a local goddess that people asked for advice. She also had the power to decide what happened to people, a bit like Baba-Yaga.
The word Baba can mean any woman old enough to marry. In the stories, however, Baba-Yaga is often described as a frightening, wild, old witch with a terrible appetite for eating people. The story of Baba Yaga and Vasilisa the Fair is one of the well-known tales and has things in common with other folk tales, such as Cinderella."
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Anyhoo, Baba Yaga lived in a clearing in the forest, in a hut that whirled around on its chicken laigs when she left the premises, flyin' out in her mortar, using the pestle to steer. The fence around the yard be skulls and bones.
Now y'all, the illustrations of Baba Yaga ( some pronounce her name BaBA YaGA) is worth a quick look.
Posted by Aunty Belle at 6:25 PM
Soon I'se gonna have to git back to blogging' regular like. I miss y'all, but I ain't all altruistic, I has a hidden motive, which now ain't gonna be hidden, is it?
Thang is, It done dawned on Aunty how little OTHER writin' Is flowing off the fingertips. At first I blamed the apple corePad. An' honestly? It is 50% the Pad's fault, it bein' a chore to write on this thang. What I'se discovered is that when I hitched myself to the desk and tapped out a blog post every few days, I also stayed put and got to Real Work. Which I does, still, but only iffin' thar be a deadline to whip me into decency. I used to see blogging' as a dodge, a fun way to waste an hour....now I thinks I'se seein' how, in truth, bloggin' jes' primed the pump, or held mah place when the flow was more like sludge, a bare trickle....bloggin' kept AB in the arena, mebbe not slamming' home runs, but enough to git on base onc't in awhile.
So, hopin' to back purty quick-like.
Meanwhile, as a placeholder, heah be a link to a funny segment on late night TV. A friend sent me a link to another of this comedian's spots, so lookin' around at his stuff, I seen this an' thought y'all might see the humor. Will warn those wif' tender sensibilities, like I has, to not look much further than this link, n account of this fella was deprived of sufficient spoons of Tabasco fer his foul mouth when he be a lad.
Anyhoo.....heah's the link
Posted by Aunty Belle at 5:02 AM