Gimme An RC Cola and a MoonPie

Sure, I've talked about my redneck past here before. As hard as I try to escape it, once again it rears its ugly head. I won't go into the whole story, but at some point in the not too distant past, my parents did a stint in Mobile, Alabama and got involved in the local Mardi Gras culture. One of the hallmarks of the oldest Fat Tuesday celebration in the country is the throwing of the MoonPie® at the various parades.

If you aren't familiar with the Southern delicacy that is the MoonPie®, you may or may not be missing out, depending on what you like. I don't know why, but I love them even though they are kind of dry. MoonPies® do go down better with an RC® Cola, but I didn't have one of those handy. While I prefer the classic chocolate pie, they also come in vanilla and banana. Apparently, there is even one with peanut butter now, but I haven't had those yet. And we can't forget the smaller minis.

I arrived home to a box full of these and having not eaten all day, wolfed two of them down. Ahem. They were tasty, but I might have to pawn the bulk of them off on my co-workers. After I eat a few more that is. I'm a teeny bit embarrassed posting this after Jenn's post about posh Beverly Hills bakeries. Oh well, I've never been accused of having good taste.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go round up the 14 dogs living under my porch, clean my gun rack, and go on a date with my brother. I sure do hope one of the rusted out pickup trucks on the front lawn starts.