Aunt Omega’s two favorite places to eat are Jerry’s Restaurant and KFC. I usually take Aunt Omega out to eat once a week.
Her favorite night to eat at Jerry’s is Monday when they have an old country favorite: soup beans and cornbread with a side of mustard greens. It seems quite appropriate to have soup bean night on a Monday because all through my elementary school and high school days, Monday was soup bean day, Wednesday was chili day and Friday was hot dog day and we might actually get a surprise on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
As much as Aunt Omega loved her soup beans, she was never able to eat a whole lot at one time. So it never failed, every time we ate at Jerry’s, Auntie would always wrap up her left over cornbread in her paper napkin, pop it in her purse, and take it home with her.
She would tell me on the way home how she was going to crumble the cornbread in a glass, pour fresh cold milk over it and eat it as a late night snack. This was a favorite treat of hers left over from her childhood.
I, myself, thought it sounded gross. The thoughts of the texture of cold corn bread made soggy with milk falling over my taste buds was almost more than I could stand to think about.
Of course, by the time I got Aunt Omega home, she changed into some comfortable jammies, watched a couple of her favorite TV shows, and fixed her coffee pot for the next morning, even if she decided to have a little bedtime snack, she would have long since forgotten about that left over cornbread sitting in her purse, which was, by now, hanging in her closet.
Aunt Omega called me one Friday morning, laughing hysterically. She was getting ready to go for her weekly beauty shop appointment. When she took her purse off the hook in her closet and opened it up, she cracked up.
She dialed my number right then, still laughing, and said, “You’ll never guess what I just found in my purse!” she managed to get out between chuckles. Then she nearly lost her breath, as she shouted, “a piece of stale cornbread wrapped in a napkin!”
I could just imagine the tears running down Auntie’s cheeks as she laughed so hard that I knew she was going to have to change her underpants before going to the beauty shop. By now, I was laughing just as hard as she was.
Before I managed to get
another word out myself, Auntie exploded in laughter again, “I wonder who in the world would have put stale cornbread in my purse!”
“Oh, Auntie, you’ve done it again!”