Just returned from a writing retreat in Greenwood, MS with friends Todd Johnson and Kathryn Stockett. We were in Greenwood for such a cool reason–that’s where they are filming the movie The Help. Not that I have anything to do with the movie, but it was cool to see the location and meet some of the cast and crew. Mostly Todd and I just wrote. And drank bourbon. It was weird; bourbon is usually way, way too strong for me. But somehow when it’s 10 million degrees outside, and you are in Faulkner’s home state, you just have to reach for the brown stuff.
You also reach for the fried stuff, and the hot glazed stuff (in the form of donuts) and the barbequed stuff. And Todd and I stopped at the farmer’s market and got MS field tomatoes, so sweet you could eat them for dessert. We wanted to make tomato sandwiches (white bread, tomato, salt, pepper, mayo) but had no mayonniase. It was my bright idea to go through the DRIVE -THRU liquor store and see if they happened to sell Duke’s. The woman looked right pissed off when I asked, but she begrudingly got me a small bottle of some off brand of mayo. We went home and made tomato sandwiches. Now I’m not sure if it was simply the fact that the mayo used wasn’t Duke’s, or if mayo that has been sitting around a liquor store is perhaps not the world’s freshest, but that sandwich was nasty. I only ate half. Todd and I went to the supermarket, got our lazy butts out of the car and went inside to refrigerated air where we bought a big ol’ bottle of Duke’s. An hour later, and I was fixing pimento cheese for everyone. But listen, I also did some writing. I swear.
Todd rocks a GRAVY baseball hat along with his YALE shirt.
Todd eats a biscuit, I drink bourbon and prepare for a photo I thought was happening later than it did, and Kitty mugs for the camera.