samanthakayne

'whatever lola wants... lola gets.
and little man, little lola wants you.
make up your mind to have no regrets,
recline yourself
resign yourself,
you're through.
i always get what i aim for.
and your heart and soul
is what i came for.
whatever lola wants... lola gets.'

damn, i love the name lola.

okay, that aside, i have been thoroughly trumped by irony. i don't remember what it's called, but the kind where what you expect isn't the way things are in the end.

i'm originally from the ((ahem)) great ((?)) state of Alabama. one of the truly great things there is Alaga syrup (or AlaGa, as it's only available in Alabama and Georgia). it's dark corn syrup and cane syrup and tastes like childhood to me.

i've been jonesing for this stuff for MONTHS. my utterly wonderful aunt just sent us some that got here last night. i am so loved and so lucky. now, the way this stuff used to get eaten when i was a kid was that nanny (grandmother) would make biscuits. then daddy and i would sit down at the kitchen table with biscuits, cold butter (not margarine, children, but BUTTER), and that lovely Alaga. Daddy would put a couple of pats of butter on a plate between us, pour syrup over it, and mash it up 'til it made this hideously ugly paste that tastes like heaven. then we'd sit there and dip our biscuits in it and drink milk 'til we hurt. we were only really close when i was little, so these memories are special to me.

well, when i got the Alaga from my aunt, of course this is what i wanted to do with it. i was even prepared to take whatever ribbing iron was going dish out over it too. i figured this would be right up there with my lima beans and mayonnaise (which have no emotional attachment, just taste damn good). is this what happened?

'course not. he made me biscuits when i got home from work today so i could have my little treat without all the effort. my yankee husband made me biscuits.

damn, i love my life.