Sunday, July 31, 2011

True Grit



I missed Jenny Matlock's Saturday Centus yesterday because I was on the road, returning home from our Newport Beach family reunion. Just had to give it a go this morning, because the prompt was such fun: a picture instead of words, and it recalled a memory I thought would be fun to share in verse. (I spent part of my childhood living in the desert, and this one's based on a true story!)

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True Grit
©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson



I'll make a bet with you, Dad said.
(The desert heat was roasting.)
I'll cook your breakfast right out here.
I thought that he was boasting.

Why, everybody knows that eggs
can't fry up on the ground.
But I was wrong; I knew it when
I heard that sizzling sound.

I looked down, and my jaw dropped.
I cried out with sheer delight.
That egg was frying on the sidewalk!
What an awesome sight.

Dad handed me a fork, and
my enthusiasm fled.
I take my eggs with hash browns,
but he gave me grit(s) instead.

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PS. Last chance to participate in my 900th post giveaway, which ends tonight at 11:59 PM. Just leave a comment here to throw your hat in the ring.

28 comments:

Grandma Honey said...

Very cute Sue!
I know there's that saying "It's so hot you can fry an egg out there." but I didn't think one really could!

Connie said...

This one made me laugh - as usual.

5thsister said...

I can always count on something very clever from you, dear Sue. Loved this one to pieces. The grit(s) was the perfect touch! I'll be chuckling all day.

Brian Miller said...

ha. its been nearly that hot...might pay for this one with a broken tooth you know...

Renegades said...

It's been super hot here lately.

Even with digits so hot i didn't think about the saying it's so hot out here you could fry and egg until reading your post.

yaya said...

I've been in Arizona in the summer and I would guess you could actually burn an egg, not just cook it in that heat! Cute poem and perfect pic. Glad you're home safe and sound and I hope you had a great time!

Kristin said...

I so love this one - how many times have I been tempted to fry and egg on the sidewalk, on the trampoline, on the rocks at Lake Powell . . . cute cute!

Kristin

cj Schlottman said...

Hash browns? I'll go with the grits any day! Love this one, Sue!

Namaste..........cj

Karen Mortensen said...

That is so cool. How did it taste?

Ames said...

Lawdy Lawy Miss Sue where do you find the music???

You've cracked me up.~Ames

mumsysramblings said...

Sweet Sue how you can in such a short time come up with words to fit together in a great poem like you do just puts me in awe! You are just so clever and full of imagination and talent. Hugs

karen said...

That's cute! They had a segment on the today show where they were going to parts of the country where they were having the heat wave, and cooking pizza, etc. on the sidewalk. I can take the heat,but humidity just makes me wilt - unless I'm in Hawaii! I'll try to check in on your giveaway when I'm out of town - maybe I'll be lucky!

Happier Than a Pig in Mud said...

Cute poem, I like it:@)

Nonna Beach said...

Outstanding Sue !

Good things come from Sue's talented bag of poetry and prose...smiled and laughed out loud...very enjoyable !!!

anitamombanita said...

perfect music!!

Rawknrobyn.blogspot.com said...

I love how you pull it all together, Sue. I want to dance the jig to this one. The poem is fun and the title is perfect too!
xoRobyn

Amy said...

:) I have always wanted to try that. What a cute poem. I love the way you wrote about it.

Jo said...

too funny! i hear desert grits are the worst!

jabblog said...

It would be rather crunchy, wouldn't it?

Rek said...

Nice one and a tale to boot...I would take the empty fork...he could have the egg and the sidewalk.

Caroline of Salsa Pie said...

So cute, Sue! This one gave me a good chuckle!

You are the perfect mix of wit, wisdom and humor. That's why I love this place so much. :)

Gems said...

Great post...funny...and the music is just perfect!

laurie @ bargain hunting said...

Cute poem and fun to know it's true. laurie

moondustwriter said...

grits indeed
what a fun story - we always loved the visual of cooking the egg on the hood of the car but eating it...
see ya Saturday

jeff campbell said...

Sue, if a poem can be 'the bomb', this is it!! My inner poet is envious...Peace and blessings

Dazee Dreamer said...

so, so so good. eggs with grits. Yuk. give it to the dog. :)

Jenny said...

Sue! This is so cute! I love this imagery. What a wonderful Dad! Such a good sport!

Thanks for the smile!

Anna said...

Cute poem.
Lovely memory.

Thank you for your kind remarks on my SC-post.

Sorry that I am so late with my comments. I have been really busy with the move and still am.

Best wishes,
Anna
For the benefit of other readers:
'John Tell, expert on tourism' Anna's SC wk 65

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