Laurie LaGrone at Foolery has graciously agreed to be my very first Guest Poster while I’m gone. Her blog is one of my absolute favorites — her sharp wit, hilarious stories and tales of her ancestors make Foolery one of the most unique and endearing blogs out there. Make sure to stop by her place when you’re done reading here, and you’ll see what I mean. Seriously. Go now.
You came here looking for Mommy Pie, didn’t you? Well, I’m sorry, but she’s on vacation. In Hawaii. She left a note speared to a tree with a machete:
What could this mean? “Gone Native?” Well, that’s where I come in. I used to live in Hawaii, so I may be able to shed some light on the situation.
Could she mean THIS?
Probably not, although I suspect she might appreciate the view.
“Could you just get us ONE MORE coconut, PLEASE?”
And speaking of coconuts, how about THIS?
I’m almost sure of it. But I think the ones in Maui are rum-infused, right from the trees. At least, that’s how I remember it.
There’s always “native” as in LOCAL FOOD, but I know how much Mommy Pie loves cheeseburgers and tacos, so I don’t think this little dish will make much culinary headway.
Okay, surely “Going Native” must reference THIS!
Probably. I’ll wait for the photos, and if there are no photos I’ll find out whom to ply with alcohol.
So Doogs, have I missed the mark? What do you think she might have meant by GONE NATIVE? Have a great time, Mommy Pie, and we’ll listen for the sirens!