“Taste and see that the Lord is good. ” (Taken with instagram)
I received an email recently from a lady (Jean Molnar) of Columbus, GA, who lamented she had just opened the last jar of Golden Eagle Syrup in her city. She went on to say how her family loved her pecan pies made with Golden Eagle Syrup. As damsels in distress sometimes do, she asked if I could help her. How could I say no? Here was a person willing to pay me to ship her some syrup, if only I would. I have no idea what she looks like, but she must be beautiful. Women who eat Golden Eagle Syrup are truly beautiful.
— RRN
He orders 4 40 ounce jars of Golden Eagle Syrup and dreams of the day he can pour it over some homemade biscuits.
All 12 Rough Rider articles mentioning Golden Eagle Syrup can be found here.
Once the syrup is poured onto the plate, I recommend a smidgen of butter (a smidgen is slightly less than a fourth of a pat of butter) be added by stirring it into the syrup. Though not a necessity, this adds a bit of color and flavor, plus the biscuits usually are not buttered edge to edge. I do not recommend using as much butter as Lillie Belle slaps on her syrup, since the end result looks more like whipped honey than Golden Eagle syrup. Neither do I recommend you eat your syrup by cutting up the biscuits in a sea of syrup or drizzling syrup over broken or cut biscuits. Either of these results in a different taste sensation than simply spooning the syrup on the biscuit, one bite at a time. I don’t think I have cornered the market on the best technique, I am just sharing my years of experiencing the various ways to eat biscuits and Golden Eagle syrup.
— Rough Rider News Online
Hooray!
“Bubba Bo Bob Brain”
Was Pinky and the Brain not anyone’s favorite segment of Animaniacs? Anywho, been listening to Dolly Parton, and it reminded me of one of my favorite lines from any cartoon, ever.
BTW, this holds up surprisingly well. Be nice if the southerns and Nashville weren’t portrayed as bumpkin-ly, but otherwise, as good as you/I remember.
“I am a Franks, like my father before me.”
My father has a mustache. My grandfather has a mustache. NOW IS THE TIME.
Once upon a time, Mister Rogers went to New York City and got caught in the rain. He didn’t have an umbrella, and he couldn’t find a taxi, either, so he ducked with a friend into the subway and got on one of the trains. It was late in the day, and the train was crowded with children who were going home from school. Though of all races, the schoolchildren were mostly black and Latino, and they didn’t even approach Mister Rogers and ask him for his autograph. They just sang. They sang, all at once, all together, the song he sings at the start of his program, “Won’t You Be My Neighbor?” and turned the clattering train into a single soft, runaway choir.
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Tom Junot’s Can You Say…”Hero?”
Probably the best non-fiction piece I’ve ever read.
Some people think Tumblr is trivial, but I disagree. It’s great for conversation and spreading important ideas. REBLOG IF YOU LOVE PIZZA!!!!
And now here is my secret, a very simple secret; it is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye.
— Antoine de Saint Exupery (via bradblog)
