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.
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28 comments:

  1. Grandma HoneyJuly 31, 2011 at 9:53 AM

    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!

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  2. ConnieJuly 31, 2011 at 9:56 AM

    This one made me laugh - as usual.

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  3. UnknownJuly 31, 2011 at 10:26 AM

    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.

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  4. Brian MillerJuly 31, 2011 at 11:06 AM

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

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  5. RenegadesJuly 31, 2011 at 11:34 AM

    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.

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  6. yayaJuly 31, 2011 at 11:56 AM

    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!

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  7. alpinekleinsJuly 31, 2011 at 1:22 PM

    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

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  8. cj SchlottmanJuly 31, 2011 at 3:22 PM

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

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

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  9. Karen MortensenJuly 31, 2011 at 4:38 PM

    That is so cool. How did it taste?

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  10. AmesJuly 31, 2011 at 4:45 PM

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

    You've cracked me up.~Ames

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  11. AnonymousJuly 31, 2011 at 6:22 PM

    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

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  12. karenJuly 31, 2011 at 7:06 PM

    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!

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  13. LynnJuly 31, 2011 at 7:09 PM

    Cute poem, I like it:@)

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  14. NonnaJuly 31, 2011 at 9:52 PM

    Outstanding Sue !

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

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  15. anitamombanitaJuly 31, 2011 at 10:31 PM

    perfect music!!

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  16. Rawknrobyn.blogspot.comJuly 31, 2011 at 10:42 PM

    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

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  17. AmyJuly 31, 2011 at 11:37 PM

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

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  18. JoAugust 1, 2011 at 12:00 AM

    too funny! i hear desert grits are the worst!

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  19. jabblogAugust 1, 2011 at 4:51 AM

    It would be rather crunchy, wouldn't it?

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  20. Rek SeshAugust 1, 2011 at 12:37 PM

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

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  21. CarolineAugust 1, 2011 at 1:52 PM

    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. :)

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  22. GemsAugust 1, 2011 at 5:58 PM

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

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  23. Bargain Decorating with LaurieAugust 3, 2011 at 9:40 AM

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

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  24. moondustwriterAugust 5, 2011 at 10:29 AM

    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

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  25. jeff campbellAugust 6, 2011 at 6:13 AM

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

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  26. Dazee DreamerAugust 6, 2011 at 6:39 AM

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

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  27. JennyAugust 6, 2011 at 9:33 AM

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

    Thanks for the smile!

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  28. UnknownAugust 6, 2011 at 1:24 PM

    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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