It's always interesting to watch Mama wrestle with a moral dilemma—more specifically, it's mighty entertaining to watch her determine whether something is a moral dilemma. Take peach brandy, for example. It's alcohol. Big check in the "Sin" column. On the other hand, Aunt Margaret's fruit cake recipe calls for soaking the finished cake in it, and Aunt Margaret's recipe is the only one to use, in Mama's book. Big check in the "Culinary Exemptions" column. The solution: we soak the fruitcake, but we send the men in the family after the brandy. And we prefer that they deliver it to the back door, just in case a member of the WMU should be driving down the highway, catch a glimpse of that suspicious-looking paper bag, and get the wrong idea. And now there's Facebook—excuse me—"That Facebook," as in, "now don't you be telling my business on That Facebook." Mama suspects there might be something insidious about anything that draws people to it like, well, fruitcake to brandy. Still, when I took my laptop on a trip with us and logged onto FB just to show her what it looks like, we were scanning the News Feed for at least an hour: Well, look at that. I had no idea. There's Kathy! Is that a picture of Teal? My goodness, she's growing fast. Is Gail on here? Find her. Wait! Is that Jenny? I know, Mama, I know. It's kind of . . . addictive. But like my Methodist friend Becky once told me, "everything in moderation."
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I got rid of my FB. But I don't need it with this fabulous blog and family with unlimited text :) :)
Posted by: Kacey | July 19, 2011 at 06:51 PM
Ha! Glad we at Goin Down to Mama's are keeping you informed!
Posted by: valerieluesse | July 20, 2011 at 04:24 AM