Fork Me Some More Of That Ham, Ya'll.

"Too much pork. Just one fork. Won't you pass that apple pie?" ~ SCOTS

So, I want to start out by saying that I think the name of this blog sounds dirty. Dirtay! But it's good for a giggle, yeah?

I'm T's sister. And before this is over and done, I will probably be chastised for revealing too much information. Like real names. Need to work on this whole secret operative blogging thing the sis' has going. Espionage with a side of mashed potatoes, ya'll.

Food -- I like it! I eat it. I don't think much about it. Because I don't really have time to think much about it. And because I'm single and my idea of great cuisine is eating out at my favorite places in Birmingham. I blame my mom for this. I blame my mom for a lot of things. Hi mom! For the record, I also would like to thank McDonald's Happy Meals and my grandmother for this. Hi Mooma!

Interesting that T -- almost spelled it out -- wants to start a food blog about our family. Because recently I've been thinking about food at it's basic element. What is it? What is it's real purpose? How do I reprogram my brain to appreciate food, respect food, and respect my body with the food that I put into it?

I think another interesting area of exploration is to figure out how we have managed to jump so far from our, uh, "culinary roots." Because I'm pretty sure those roots didn't include my current staples of off-brand nutri-grain bars, raviolis with chicken and bottled primavera sauce.

I can tell you what it DID include though. The love of my life: Schweet tea bama biotches! Roll Tide!

Oooh....I think I feel a story or two coming on.