So as I was throwing together the pot of blackeyed peas for dinner Wednesday night, I used up one ingredient I simply must have to cook them to delicious perfection.
Mental note: Run by package store and pick up more (ingredient). At earliest convenience.
And then I got to thinkin'. 'Bout my treasured Midwestern friend Kim, mostly, but also about my neighbors out here on the prairie, and my Uncle Butch, and a few others who always come to mind when I hear the words package store. For some, the concept of a package store is anything but easy.
Okay all you Southerners hush now and let's ask the non-Southerners.
Do y'all know what a package store is?
Feel free to invite other non-Southerners to participate in this discussion. A winner, selected at random from all correct responders, will receive a small token of my esteem, specifically chosen for you by little old me.
Answer up in the comments, non-Southerners, and this weekend I'll come back and tell you all about package stores and why they're funny, at least to me.