A few years ago, I was shopping at Sam's Club, when I spied a deep dish apple pie. I didn't really pay much attention to the brand, because I was obsessing over how good the pie looked. I'd already tasted the first bite in my mind, so it was only rational to buy the pie, follow the instructions and enjoy.
It was a Paula Deen brand pie. I saw that right after I reached home, since I was in the process of tearing off the wrapper and preparing the pie for consumption. I didn't pay the brand any mind, since it really didn't matter.....if it was good.
That was a damn good pie. It was up there with my grandmother's homemade pie. It was one of those pies you dig into at breakfast with a few slices of bacon for protein. I was impressed and quite happy.
In the few times I've returned to Sam's club, I can't find the pie, so it's probably one of those items that disappears forever. This is the second time this happened. The first time was a enchilada casserole that was addicting. I still have withdrawal symptoms.
So now we find that Paula Deen once said a racially sensitive word. That's terrible. If I happen to find one, will I quit eating her brand of apple pie? Nope, unless I find out she's been cruel to children, or caught robbing a priest, or I get completely irritated at her over embellished accent. To me, there's something less than genuine about her accent. I might be wrong, but I'm following my gut feeling on this one.
Out of curiosity, I went to Walmart's site and typed "Paula Deen" in the search bar. There's tons of products; they've even rolled back the prices on some.
Since Walmart has officially stopped doing business with Paula Deen, aren't they supposed to pile all that stuff into the middle of the parking lot and burn it?
In Case You've Wondered
My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.
If you're here for the stories, I started another blog: scratchingforchange.blogspot.com
One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.
I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.