Meal: Pimento Cheese & Crackers, Cherry Wine Sangria, Alabama Pulled Pork Sandwiches with White Barbecue Sauce, Coleslaw, Lemon Chess Pie
Attending: Alli, Jerusha, Kara, Katie H., Rachel S., Sarah A., Sarah N.
“Prejudice, a dirty word, and faith, a clean one, have something in common: they both begin where reason ends.”
“As you grew up, when you were grown, totally unknown to yourself, you confused your father with God. You never saw him as a man with a man’s heart, and a man’s failings—I’ll grant you it may have been hard to see, he makes so few mistakes, but he makes ’em like all of us.”
“She went to the kitchen and brought out a tray of cocktail napkins. As she passed them down the line, Jean Louise felt as if she were running down the keys of a gigantic harpsichord: ‘I never in all my life…saw that marvelous picture…with old Mr. Healy…lying on the mantelpiece in front of my eyes the whole time…is it? Just about eleven, I think…she’ll wind up gettin’ a divorce. After all, the way he…rubbed my back every hour the whole ninth month…would have killed you. If you could have seen him…piddling every five minutes during the night…’
Back up the scale with the sandwiches: ‘Mr. Talbert looked at me and said…he’d never learn to sit on the pot…of beans every Thursday night. That’s the one Yankee thing he picked up in the…War of the Roses? No, honey, I said Warren proposes…to the garbage collector…’ Alexandra walked behind her, muffling the keys with coffee until they subsided to a gentle hum.”
“Don’t push her. Let her go at her own speed. Push her and every mule in the county’d be easier to live with.”