I have piece of 7 up pound cake in my lunch bag today. It has a crispy sugary crust that is the hallmark of homemade pound cake. You can't get that in the grocery store.
The pound cake came to me as a gift from Facebook. Or God. Do you believe God can use Facebook? Hmmm... Anyway, somewhere out in Facebook Land somebody wrote an application called "Send Southern Stuff." A friend in North Carolina sent me some red wax lips from this app, and I delightedly (or dementedly) accepted and immediately sent my children cornbread. They love my cornbread...made without sugar...with a crispy brown crust and...wait! There's a pattern here. Well, one thing led to another and I found a post in the Southern Stuff group that pointed me to a funny mp3 by comedienne Jeanne Roberson. The story is about her husband going to the grocery store to buy ingredients for 7 up pound cake.
My son came home this weekend and I admonished him for not accepting my cornbread. Why, land sake, honey chile! You did not accept my cornbread gift. But he's a good boy who loves his momma and soon we were listening to Jeanne and he sent me some humidity and my daughter, who loves her mumma, sent me some grits.
Later, I saw him Googling 7 up pound cake. This is the thing about me and my children. We connect on something and they latch onto it and soon we have a glorious 7 up pound cake sitting on the kitchen counter...half devoured not an hour after its materialization. My son baked an actual pound cake.
Later, he blogged about it. He posted photos, he described the entire process.
And Jeanne Robertson left a comment on his blog.
It is a small world in Facebook Land. Social networking is the electronic version of the great circle of thought and conversation that has connected man through the ages.
It thrills me, while it scares me. But don't all great ideas?
I gotta go now and see if I can get 7-up pound cake added as a gift so I can send Becky a piece in return for those wax lips.
Then the circle, ya'll, will be unbroken.
The pound cake came to me as a gift from Facebook. Or God. Do you believe God can use Facebook? Hmmm... Anyway, somewhere out in Facebook Land somebody wrote an application called "Send Southern Stuff." A friend in North Carolina sent me some red wax lips from this app, and I delightedly (or dementedly) accepted and immediately sent my children cornbread. They love my cornbread...made without sugar...with a crispy brown crust and...wait! There's a pattern here. Well, one thing led to another and I found a post in the Southern Stuff group that pointed me to a funny mp3 by comedienne Jeanne Roberson. The story is about her husband going to the grocery store to buy ingredients for 7 up pound cake.
My son came home this weekend and I admonished him for not accepting my cornbread. Why, land sake, honey chile! You did not accept my cornbread gift. But he's a good boy who loves his momma and soon we were listening to Jeanne and he sent me some humidity and my daughter, who loves her mumma, sent me some grits.
Later, I saw him Googling 7 up pound cake. This is the thing about me and my children. We connect on something and they latch onto it and soon we have a glorious 7 up pound cake sitting on the kitchen counter...half devoured not an hour after its materialization. My son baked an actual pound cake.
Later, he blogged about it. He posted photos, he described the entire process.
And Jeanne Robertson left a comment on his blog.
It is a small world in Facebook Land. Social networking is the electronic version of the great circle of thought and conversation that has connected man through the ages.
It thrills me, while it scares me. But don't all great ideas?
I gotta go now and see if I can get 7-up pound cake added as a gift so I can send Becky a piece in return for those wax lips.
Then the circle, ya'll, will be unbroken.
