I don’t know where the rest of you were, but we were eating some food–some good food! The best of the best deep-fried catfish this side of Modesto, fried chicken livers, hamburger steak large enough to feed four farm hands, beautiful fried filets of catfish for those who don’t like to pick out bones, enough fried chicken to feed a boarding house supper, a shore nuff cheeseburger, hand cut french fries, fresh picked sweet potato fries, cole slaw, and hushpuppies.
George Peavy ate the fried chicken all by himself!
Vera hardly ate anything, other than 4 pounds of fried catfish filets.
Joanne White ate at least 3 pounds of fried chicken livers and 3 large pieces of fried fish filets, not to mention a bowl filled with those hand-cut french fries.
I would be embarrassed to tell you how much fish Bob White ate. There is one thing for sure: hip replacements do not affect one’s appetite; not his, anyway.
Walter Peavy ate a hamburger steak the size of a hubcap, with onions and gravy.
Peggy and Mildred ate more catfish than any three men could have eaten. Then, Mildred ordered a three pound order of chicken livers to take home. I can only hope she waited until today to eat them.
Annis ate the lone shore nuff cheeseburger.
Roger and I barely ate any catfish. We would have eaten more, but we were trying to be according to etiquette.
Barbara ate, and then she ate some more. For the life of me, I do not know where she put it. Unless she was putting it in her pocketbook. She did have a rather large one. Annis did that on another excursion, so I know it can be done.
The hosts, Douglas & Valorie, didn’t eat anything; instead, they served the rest of us. If you believe that, well, you probably also believe that Obama is the best president since George Washington.
Anyhow, enjoy the pictures!
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