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diningwithdeb TVBM
It’s probably pretty brazen of me to claim my meatloaf as “the very best,” but it’s just hard to be humble sometimes, dang it.  This is another one of those times when you’ll just have to trust me.  You do trust me, don’t you?
 
So the other morning I traipsed myself on down to our little farmers’ market that gathers on the courthouse sidewalk (I really need to do a story about it, don’t I?) to see what might remain after the early birders had feasted.  I mean.  I love me some local farmers’ markets, but I really would prefer that they started ‘em later in the day. I get up early but I just don’t get around early if you know what I mean. 
 
There was okra.  I didn’t need that since my plants have suddenly decided to be very prolific.  There were tomatoes, but they were foreigners.  I don’t buy “foreign” tomatoes.  Either they’re local or they’re not going in my basket.  Plus, my Cherokee Purples and Golden Jubilees are coming on strong these days.  What remained though and what I grabbed as quickly as I could, were some purple hull peas.  Oh yeah!  I do love me some purple hulls.  You can have my share of black-eyed  peas, but keep your chubby little fingers off my purple hulls!  And don’t write me some cutesy little comment telling me that there’s no difference.  God and I know better!
You’re probably asking yourself right about now what purple hull peas have to do with TVBM.  Well, IMO (I’m learning the hip language – or at least I’m trying.) if you have PHP, you gotta’ have meatloaf.  You can keep your mashed potatoes (well, maybe not all of them), but me, I want peas with my meatloaf. 
 
So there you have it.  That’s the whole summation behind why I just happened to scribble in TVBM on last week’s menu board (You do have a menu board, don’t you?)
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