Affair to remember

I don’t know which was the best – the man or the food.

Marie and I were feeling restless yesterday and decided to take a  road trip to the Amory Railroad Festival.  Yes, I know, we had to miss the Cotton District Arts Festival and assorted ballgames, but we were in search of foreign food and  perhaps a foreign man or two.

We found both.  Unfortunately there was only one man, so we had to share.  His name was Norman and he has retired to his native Amory, Mississippi afteramory 003 living several decades in Manhattan and Long Island.

He was very debonair and loves to dance, garden and cook – quite possibly the perfect man.

Marie and I glared at each other across the table as we competed for Norman’s attention over dinner in the restaurant of an old friend from West Point – Pete Atkinson.  Who knew Amory has so much to offer!

fried reeses

Fried Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups were sinful

It was not a particularly healthy day since we noshed down such delicacies as fried chocolate chip cookie dough (lead photo), fried Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, fried apple fritters and fried catfish.  Who dreams up this stuff?

I wish I could tell you it was awful, but I’d be lying.

Here are some more photos with Norman and his “women.” I may have too much competition here.

pork judging with b 014

All this debauchery came on the heels of the MSU Pork Cook-off Saturday morning where we judged the best Mid-South grillers had to offer.

Today, we’ll be eating rabbit food and planning our next date with Norman.  We’re going to a little known event known as “Myrtle in May” which is hosted by Norman’s friend outside New Albany, Mississippi.  Love is in the air and the term “double dating” has new meaning.

8 thoughts on “Affair to remember

  1. Emily, I am looking forward to reading all the details of your visit to “Myrtle in May”. Myrtle is one of my “places” when I travel back to MS. Both of my parents grew up in Myrtle and many of my childhood memories are of Myrtle and especially Angel Street.

  2. Do you think nice Norman knows what he has gotton into????? Remember what Father John always says when he sees us “here comes trouble”! I pray we don’t forget Norman’s name before we see him at “Myrtle in May”.

  3. Drat! Another fun road trip I’ve missed. Hope u’re planning a spectacular one for when I eventually come home.
    This year at Rodeo, one of the new features was fried Oreo cookies. I didn’t try them, but apparently others did. Never heard if they were good or bad. You’re right – who comes up with these ideas?
    I’m glad you and Marie have a new man in your lives. Just remember – share nicely. lol

  4. WOW!! I thoroughly enjoyed the afternoon and evening.
    I’m the one that has trouble with names. LOL!
    I’m looking forward to Myrtle-In-May, too! It should be loads of fun.

    Thanks for all the kind words.

  5. Oh Norman! I’m mortified – never dreamed you would see my sophomoric ramblings! But, frankly, Marie and I were both smitten, but we’re such good friends we’re willing to share. We promise not to make you CHOOSE – unless, of course, it’s me!
    Incidentally, on the way home Judy, Marie and I sang that old 50s song “Norman OOOh.” It goes like this:

    Norman , ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
    Norman, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
    Norman, Norman, my love
    Jimmy called me on the phone but I was gone, not at home
    Cuz I was out parked all alone with darlin’ Norman
    Bill invited me to a show but I said no, cannot go
    There’s a dress that I’ve got to sew and wear for Norman
    Norman holds me close to him, Norman kisses me and then
    Norman knows my heart belongs to him and him and only him,

    Joey asked me for a date, he wanted to take me out to skate
    But I told Joey he would have to make ‘rangements with Norman
    Norman is my only love, Norman’s all I’m thinking of
    Norman gives me all his lovin’, kissin’, huggin’, lovey-dovin’
    Norman, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
    Norman, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
    Norman, Norman, my love.

    Pure poetry!

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