Atlanta! Home of the pictured Chipper Jones, my Auntie Joy, the Coca-Cola museum, and Drake's least favorite concert ever. And the capital of Georgia, USA, famous for peaches, pecans and peanuts!
Hey, speaking of peanuts. When I'm back in the Heartland I don't eat them because the significant oth' has a pretty nasty allergy. When I complain about this, my Beloved Father usually says, "Rosie, come on. Eat what you want! YOU don't have a peanut allergy!" I appreciate this defense of my gustatory autonomy, but I don't appreciate having to make vague gesticulations indicating [kissing] in conversation with my dad.
Here in the Wild West, I can't get enough of the peanut stuff. Last night I made up a mess of peanut noodles to bring to work all week! I was too nervous to use red pepper, so they are of the Non-Spicy variety. Which is exactly what I thought I wanted, but it turns out that this makes them kind of taste like Non-Peanut noodles. Oh well. Hopefully my mild lunch will usher in more mild weather. I'm pretty sure that's how stuff works.
Go Braves!
First in line with the Atlanta Braves... well done. I do love Atlanta. Don't forget the Jimmy Carter Museum (or maybe I should save that one).
ReplyDeletePeanuts and beer are the best two things to have in your hand at a baseball game.
ReplyDeleteGreat connection on this! Love it. I have visited Atlanta, and I also love it. I saw some Olympics there one time.
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ReplyDeletePeanuts are one of the best things ever. I do understand wanting avoid such conversations with your dad. If I had a dollar for every time I found myself in a similar situation I'd be so rich!
ReplyDeleteI'm always nervous that we're going to inadvertently kill your boyfriend with the peanuts and peanut butter. I would not be happy AT ALL if this happened. I just think he's awesome.
ReplyDeletePS : Is that pic of Chipper?
Yeah, It's the Chips.
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