![]() Ossoff, Blackburn open inquiry into Georgia's foster care system after alleged abuse Take a bite of your bread pudding and know you did something good today.Colorado convenience store shooting leaves 5 people hospitalized ![]() You're helping prevent food waste, and that’s important. I am sure other biscuits will do, but really with Popeyes, you get the bonus of a fried chicken snack (this may be the reason my kids describe me as squishy). Even the bread pudding haters perked up when they heard Popeyes biscuits were the main ingredient. What to do with cold and hard biscuits? Why couldn’t I do the same thing I do with stale french bread? It was bread pudding time! Or I guess biscuit pudding time. Out of a dozen or so biscuits, some were left behind, and I just couldn’t bear to throw them away. While prepping New Year's day supper, we got some Popeyes to snack on till the "Good Luck" Cabbage Rolls were ready. I love making my own biscuits, but like any good Louisiana girl, I have a special place in my heart for Popeyes biscuits. Luckily I get to drive by the last Popeyes buffet and remember my PawPaw and know my knack for getting asked to leave places is not my fault it just runs in the family. The buffet is not the same anymore, and my PawPaw has passed away. We were gently asked to exit the building, and with that my PawPaw turned on his heels, his head held high with pride and walked out of there leaving a trail of Popeyes buffet tears behind us. I think she knew this wasn't worth it and even felt a little pity for me. As she went to say something to him, I shake my head "NO" and mouth "Don't do it! I'll pay for it." My Pawpaw stood there waiting to win this battle of cheapest man alive she backed away. I remember the lady looking on in horror. Chicken wings poking out the sides that look like they are asking to be saved from drowning in the pit of brown gravy. The food started oozing out the sides - apple pie mixed with green beans covered in a sheen of mashed potatoes dropping to the floor. It was like some sort of gory horror film but with Southern food. Both sides y'all, he filled both sides! A lady walks up to him and says, "the rule is it has to close, or you have to pay for another buffet." Without a beat, my PawPaw closes the massively overfilled container. if it was on that buffet it was going in that box. Fried chicken, baked chicken, chicken livers, green beans, mac n' cheese, dirty rice, mashed potatoes, apple pie. He headed to the buffet with his to-go box, and I watched in awe as he just started piling everything on. With a little c anaille twinkle in his eye, the ladies couldn't resist his charms. Then special days he would dress up and this olive-skinned, charming, Cajun bad boy would emerge. On the farm, he wore work clothes and was always busy. It was always weird for me to see his two sides. He got those ladies with that Clark Gable mustache and a little wink of the eye. I was surprised they agreed, but he could be really charming when he wanted. We sit, and we eat, and everything seems normal until he decides he wants some more, to go. ![]() It was covered in dust and had every tool known to man in every nook and cranny. My PawPaw barreled through town like a man on a mission - a chicken mission. Unlike so many trucks now it wasn't for show. It always smelled of chewing tobacco and cattle. He lifts me up into the cab of the truck and off we went. One day I'll tell you why any girl who grew up in Rural South Louisiana knows to check a can before she takes a sip from it - you only make that mistake once. Pepper can and a giant wad of Red Man Chew in his lip. He was standing by his giant truck holding a Dr. ![]() I was spending my day making dents in K&B ice cream containers and having Popeyes for lunch. I heard the distinct sound of PawPaw's dually truck headed down our road. I could go on with examples of the extreme thriftiness my grandparents aspired too but this isn't a novel and I would need a whole chapter labeled "Weird Shit My Grandparents did." If he found a good price on a whole pallet of expired corn flakes or expired butterscotch icing that became our mid-afternoon snacks all summer. Every can in their house was a mystery wrapped in a dented metal jacket. ![]() He was the cheapest man I have ever known. To understand why you need a little back story on my PawPaw. My PawPaw loved the buffet and insisted on going whenever he would visit. Mine involves what is now the last Popeyes buffet in the world. I am sure everyone in Louisiana has a Popeyes story. ![]()
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