Next Morning. Sunday. Up at 5:30 AM
This generation calls it Mississippi Mud.
When I was a kid, Mother made it and I thought it was the best thing ever.
She called it Glorified Fudge Cake.
That's what I call it.
And I prepared to batter the chicken.
Got that done and got ready for church.
Here Luke and Tripp are getting ready for the childrens' performance.
We had church, came home and ate.
Fried Chicken, Squash, Carrots, Rice, Tomatoes, Cucumbers, and Sweet Tea.
and, of course, the Glorified Fudge Cake.
After Andrews nap he feasted on our blueberries from Farmer's Market.
He loves them.
And then outside, Ann and I were planning to take Andrew for a walk. So hot!
That is not the end of this Father's Day.
Charlie is running.
Kate is driving home from Auburn.
and I need to do a few things.