Every few Sundays that we have the kids we try to get to Asheboro to have dinner with Paul’s mom and grandma. (Paul and I have tried to go without the kids, but you can tell that we really are not quite as interesting and fun without the kids). Anyway, the Chapmans have a sweet tradition of family dinners together on Sunday night – very heartwarming. And loud when all the kids are present. I should really take my noise-cancelling headphones.
They also are a dessert-with-every-dinner family. Which is quite yummy. Luckily for my expanding waistline (torn meniscus is KILLING my workout routine), we only have dinner there every 4-6 weeks. But this one night – dessert was Southern like no other dessert that had come before it.
Not keylime pie.
Not peach cobbler.
Not even homemade ice cream.
Peach halves sprinkled with shredded cheddar cheese covered with sauce made of mayonnaise and cherry juice.
It was SO crazy. I thought MomMom had lost it. I was ready to call The Ward at The Home and report this suspicious behavior. Make sure she did not get near a kitchen again to concoct such culinary craziness again. I mean really, people – the children were scared!
OK, I was a little scared too. I am a bit of a picky eater. More on that later. But I was also raised to be polite. So I accepted this…