Put up yer Duke's

I can be difficult to please. If when curling I need a draw through a port to grab a piece of the button, nothing less will do. But I can also be easy to please. In fact, I can be flat out childlike at times with how easily something pleases me.

At the local supermarket, University Foods here in Detroit, I stumbled across Duke's Mayonnaise. Folks in Michigan likely don't know about it, but it's a sandwich staple in North Carolina, where me Mom is from and I have a ton of extended family.

I couldn't buy it quick enough. I couldn't get home quick enough to make a ham and cheese sandwich with it. It was so good that I'm almost certainly going back to University tomorrow to buy another. Or, perhaps, two, if the best buy date is far enough into the future.

I haven't had Duke's in 35 years. Maybe it's nothing but sentiment talking, but it's really good. All that would make it better would be liver mush and Cheerwine (the best cherry pop I know and another North Carolina special). Liver Mush on white bread with Duke's mayo might be the best sandwich ever.

So I can be easily pleased. As such, finding Duke's out of the blue and right around the corner sure made my day.

House Rules rule

I believe in house rules. So long as it's not immoral, your house, your rules. Fair enough, eh? So I would never drink or bring alcohol into the home of someone who didn't want it in there. It's the right thing attitude to have, out of respect for them.

One time however while we were staying with a tea totaling aunt of mine we brought in Cheerwine, a cherry soda very popular in North Carolina. Indeed it's so popular there there's a Cheerwine Festival every year in Salisbury, North Carolina where the pop is made. I'm not sure why, in a state with something of a dry history, the makers would add the term wine to their beverage, but hey. Their house, their rules, right?

Well, me Aunt found the empties and proceeded to lecture us on how we might dare bring wine into her house. It took us a few to minutes to explain that we would never do that, that it was a harmless, non alcohol, cherry pop, and that was all. Mollified, she allowed us to stay with her a few more days. 

It's a good thing the vodka we had added was odorless.

I kid, I kid! We did not and would not have done that. But in retrospect I probably would have showed her the Cheerwine upon arrival and let her have a bottle if she had liked, just to try.