Percent of responses from an unofficial survey of unbiased dessert lovers…..
Now I love traditional pound cake as much as anybody, but for my last meal on this earth, it would have to be my beloved Grandma Wilma’s apple pie.
As a sweet treat to myself, this month I’ve been taking a Women on Writing online class, Humor Writing with Chelsey Clammer, and loving it. Among many other things, she’s inspired me to think of traditional graphs and charts in a new, twisted way. 🙂
At this point, I’m not smart enough to tackle anything more than a basic chart, but I’m hoping there’s a flowchart or a Venn diagram in my future….
COURT TRANSCRIPT: STATE OF NORTH CAROLINA, RANDOLPH COUNTY. FILED 12 DEC 2018.
JUDGE: The defendant is charged with consuming half of a coconut vanilla pound cake within just two days of its baking. For the record, this charge has been reduced from a felony to a second-class misdemeanor. Ms. Memory, how do you plead?
ME (hangs head): Guilty.
JUDGE (bangs gavel): Duly recorded. I understand that you’ve conferred with your attorney and before sentencing, you wish to make a statement to the court.
ME: Thank you, your honor. I do. (Stands up and faces the judge.) While I’m certainly willing to take my share of the blame, at this time I would like to name my accomplice.
My son Dashiel is carrying the family creative torch by opening the South’s largest comedy festival in Chapel Hill on Thursday night. It’s been his dream to make it as a stand-up comedian and his dad and I are so proud of his drive and dedication.
“So Dash,” I said over the phone today, “Can I help you out with your performance on Thursday? You know, buy you some new clothes or something?”
Here is a long pause, followed by the clatter of dishes and other noise. In between pursuing his dream, Dashiel works as a server at a local chain restaurant and he is at work today. But it feels like we’re back in elementary school and I’m trying to talk him into wearing that new little suit that I bought him.
“No Mom. I’m fine. It’s not like I have to dress up or anything. I’m just wearing some basic college clothes.”
“Can I get you some shoes?”
“Mom, it will be FINE. I’m wearing a pressed shirt, okay?”
I won’t ask him who pressed it. I’ll just trust him. And I’ll try not to cheer too loudly at the show.
Eleven years in the running, the N.C. Comedy Arts Festival was created in 2001 to showcase the art of comedic improvisation to Southern improv students and Carolina audiences. The 2012 festival will feature standup, sketch and improv acts from all over North Carolina performing in 7 local venues during the month of February. Hope to see you there. Read more about Dashiel.