We all know that dialect, like etiquette, is very regional. I was raised in East Texas by an East Texan who was raised by East Texans and so on. Seriously, our roots here are deep. However, my cute hubby made his way here from California when he was 11. In recent times he’s said “y’all” instead of “you guys.” Our daughter, though, says “y’all guys,” and it couldn’t crack me up more if she tried. Sweet girl is a prime example of mixing regional dialects.
This is what I find so fascinating about etiquette, as well. The mixing of it and the product of “new” etiquette. I’ve never known of a situation when even Emily Post herself simply decided on something new being etiquette. Rather, she would look at the current culture and evaluate whether or not something still applied in that area. People move in. People leave. Lots of external factors are at play when defining the culture of an area. To me, that’s what makes etiquette beautiful, as well.
Fun fact: It’s y’all, not ya’ll. Y’all is a contraction for you all, so the apostrophe goes where the letters are removed.
If you’re looking for a kid-friendly meal or an easy way to entertain friends for Halloween, this is the recipe for you! I almost didn’t post it because it’s so simple, but sometimes the best ideas are easy.
For Halloween burgers, start with 80-20 Angus ground beef. Add in 2 teaspoons of worcestershire sauce. Fun fact: I can’t pronounce this correctly to save my life. Also sprinkle in salt and pepper. I ended up finely dicing 1/2 of a small onion (1/4 of a large onion), as well, because my daughter requested it. We were cooking inside, which is why I love the 80-20 beef. The juices it gives off, with a little butter added, makes the best grilled buns!
Ok, so back to the meat. Form 4 patties and cook for about 6 minutes on the first side and another 5-6 on the second. I like well done ground beef.
To make these Halloween burgers and not just everyday burgers, I cut up Amercian cheese slices into jack-o’-lantern faces!
The kids got to decorate the burgers. I’m not an artist by any means, but my kids didn’t seem to care at all. Then I cut up veggies and placed them on a Halloween platter for the kids to further decorate their burgers.
Excuse their pajamas. They played in mud earlier. 😉
I nearly didn’t put the veggies on the platter because it was just the four of us, but something has been on my heart lately.
So many blogs seem to promote honestly and realness. I love and appreciate that. However, I hope that, as this continues to gain popularity, we don’t let standards and expectations slip with it. Going beyond the basics is a good thing, in my opinion. Setting out the pretty plates or platters isn’t superfluous. It adds beauty to everyday life. While I am losing the need for perfection, I am gaining an appreciation of doing more than the minimum. Thank you for letting me share this with you!
My granny was known for her sweet tooth. There was never a day in her home that we weren’t offered dessert after every meal. This was the lady who added sugar to my bowl of Lucky Charms. 😉 And she oozed sweetness. There will never be another one like her, and I’m thankful to have several of her “recipes.” I use that term loosely because she rarely measured, but today I’m very happy to share the first recipe of hers I remember making.
My granny loved peaches. In fact, the jarred vanilla peaches from Atwoods were some of her favorites. She always had canned peaches at home, and it was from this very simple ingredient that she was able to create a favorite dessert of mine – easy peach cobbler.
In a 9×13 pan, melt a stick of butter in a 350 degree oven. While it’s melting, combine 1 cup of flour, 1/2 teapsoon of baking powder, 1 cup of sugar, 1 cup of milk and a dash of salt. After the butter has melted, pour the flour mixture on top of the butter. Add two cans (16 ounces each) of sliced peaches in syrup on top. As if that weren’t sweet enough, sprinkle on sugar and cinnamon before baking in the oven for about 45-50 minutes. Delicious every time.
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I have a confession. I am addicted to Pottery Barn. In fact, my husband just chunks the magazines when he checks the mail now. I had longed for all things Pottery Barn when I was younger. My mom was very practical and wasn’t into “cutesy.” She was into functional. She has never once cared about brands, and this is an area I wish I shared with her more.
Before school started this year, I really struggled with wanting my daughter (who is soooo similar to my mom) to want a Pottery Barn backpack. But not just that. I wanted her to want the whole set. What did she want, though? The same backpack she had last year (it’s glittery and Frozen) and a lunchbag from Target. Nothing matched. She didn’t care.
I sometimes buy into the lie that I ask all of you to avoid – that certain brands are better than others; that etiquette costs money. None of that is true. Etiquette is about respect. It’s not about Pottery Barn.
One year I’m sure she’ll want a certain backpack, but it may just be from Walmart or Target. I came to realize that the values I had myself were ones I want her to avoid. What you have does not make you any better of a person. How you treat others, though, does.
Today, though, I’m thankful she’s confident enough in who she is to pick out what she truly likes and go with it. It is enough. 🙂
Today is a very special day, as it is my mom’s birthday! For my entire life, she’s been the most giving, selfless person I’ve ever met. She’s the best mom and granny anyone could ask for, and I’m thankful for the role model she is to my kids. She is constant, dependable and more loving than any of us deserve.
Happy birthday, Mom! We love you!!! (Three exclamation marks just for you!)