Every year on New Year's Day, my parents had our extended family over. My mom prepared a full Thanksgiving type dinner. She prepared a turkey, sweet potatoes, corn, and Hillbilly Stuffing, to name a few. Hillbilly Stuffing? A nickname for the deliciousness several generations on my mother's side have made over the years. It is made with home made corn bread, celery, spices, some other stuff, and turkey broth. You mix it all together and it looks like vomit. Then you spread it in a pan and bake it. Out pops deliciousness. Only this year we had a little snaffoo.
You see, Barnie was left unattended in the kitchen that January afternoon. Suddenly, as I was chilling in my room listening to New Kids on The Block, I hear "you stupid asshole! Spit that out! Barnie, I'm going to fucking kill you!" and I find my mother wrestling the bowl of stuffing mix out of the dog's mouth. She is sticking her hands in his food filled, drooly, mouth grabbing stuffing mix and slapping it back into the bowl. The bowl of stuffing mix SHE'S GOING TO BAKE! I'm like "holy hell mom what are you doing??" She continues to beat the dog until every last drop is out of his mouth and off the floor. She then calmly, smooths the stuffing in the pan and BAKES IT!
After a moment of silence, I realize I am in awe of my mother. The woman has balls but holy shit, this takes the cake. She was not going to have her New Year's Day dinner and Hillbilly Stuffing ruined by Beethoven.
Two hours later we all sat down for dinner. As the stuffing is passed around the table, I silently pass it on to the next person, without taking any. Neither does my mother. Everyone else eats it and even compliments her on another great job. Secret spices and all.....~TJ