I know I’ve provided some laughs to my in-laws over
the years…and they’ve given me a few, too.
It’s that culture thing, ya know…the South vs. the West Coast.
Anyway, Ron and I were staying with his family in Montgomery
during one of our transitions and Gran mentioned she needed some snap beans for dinner. I thought to myself that I didn’t exactly know
what snap beans were but I was sure I could find them when I got to the store
and read the labels on the cans, so I volunteered to go shopping for her.
I perused the vegetable aisle; up one side and down the
other; up again and down again, but I never saw any cans labeled snap beans. I finally found a stock boy and asked him to
direct me. He said they were down the
aisle on the right. I looked … nothing
was labeled snap beans.
I said again, “I’m sorry but I guess you’re just going to
have to go down there and show me yourself!”
He trooped down the aisle and laid his finger on a can of Green Beans! I thought, “These are snap beans?” I picked up a couple of cans and checked
out.
It was a long time before I admitted to the family that I
was totally lost in the grocery store that night. Then I asked them, “Why do you call them snap beans?”
Their answer… “Because they snap when you break them
apart!”
Another time I thought I would surprise Ron with some
fresh turnip greens. Since I don’t eat
“grits or greens,” I wasn’t sure what they would look like but knew I would
find them in the fresh produce area. After buying what I was looking for, I entered
the house and announced that I couldn’t find any “greens” but I did find these
“disconnected turnips” and proudly pulled out a rutabaga.
They roared
and I have never lived it down. They
knew they had a lot of work ahead of them with me in the family.
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