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    August 17, 2007

    How To Be A Rock Star In Tuna

    If you ever find yourself in Texas, and you’re really hungry and you want good food and plenty of it, what you do is drive to the nearest small town, check the obituaries and then head to the church for the post funeral feeding. Wear an outdated and ill-fitting suit of clothes and look appropriately pitiful and you’ll blend right in. If you arouse any suspicion, you can always deflect it by complimenting the potato salad:

    “I’m sorry, but I don’t believe I know you. How did you know Bubba Ray?”

    “This is the best potato salad I’ve ever eaten! Who made it?”

    “Whell! (sniff) Erleta Winslow made that, and it’s okay, if you like your potato salad dry and bland like that, bless her heart and all. You wait right here (calling over her shoulder). Let me get you some of my potato salad. I make mine with a pinch of dill. Can I bring you anything else? Refill your tea maybe? Some pie?”

    Before you know it, you’ll have four or five church ladies armed with bowls of potato salad fawning all over you. Small town people take their recipes very seriously and the church cookbook is the Who’s Who In Greater Tuna. The absolute worst social faux pas in Tuna is bringing store bought cookies to the church picnic. Your reputation would be forever sullied. Prayers like this would be offered up on your behalf in the ladies groups: Dear God, please bless poor Leona Fay. Either her oven or her mind is on the blink and we just ask that you restore her either way.

    George, my father-in-law, is a Tuna rock star. He’s got so many recipes in the First Avenue Church of Tuna cookbook that they finally set a limit. Sitting in his den the other day, he leaned forward in his recliner and beckoned me towards him. Then looking over each shoulder, he whispered to me in a low voice and confided that he had submitted some of his recipes in my mother-in-law’s name to get around the limit. I might have gasped and clapped my hand over my mouth if I had understood what a scandalous thing this was. It wasn’t scandalous that George was blatantly swan diving through a church cookbook committee loophole, but that my mother-in-law goes to The Second Avenue Church of Tuna. So in my ignorance I said, “Oh really?”

    Small town churches have a rivalry that goes far beyond that of Texas high school football, which is saying a lot, since both are considered religious activities. Being a Midwestern Catholic, I don’t really understand either. This became obvious when I attended the funeral of an elderly relative awhile back.

    After the funeral, the family gathered in the basement of the Second Avenue Church of Tuna for the post funeral feeding. One of the church ladies sashayed by my table to refill my tea and asked me how my meal was. I told her it was wonderful, especially the potato salad, and thank you so much for doing this. Instead of just shutting up like a normal person, I asked her if the recipe was from the First Avenue Church of Tuna cookbook (Antique Daddy, quit kicking me!) which is so good and has so many good recipes (would you please quit kicking me?) I’ll bet this good potato salad came from the good First Avenue Church cookbook (stop with the nudging and the kicking dude) and maybe I could buy one while I’m here. In fact, maybe I’ll buy several for gifts, they’re just that good!

    She stopped pouring the tea, slammed down the pitcher, looked me squarely in the eye and through gritted teeth hissed, “Whell! I wouldn’t know!” Then she spun around and marched off.

    I turned to Antique Daddy who was leaning on his elbows with his head in his hands. “What just happened here, dude?” I asked. “I just complimented the potato salad. Isn’t that what I was supposed to do?”

    He shook his head at my embarrassing blunder. “This is the Second Avenue Church of Tuna,” he said hanging his head. “We’re never going to get pie now.”

    * * *

    Originally published Augst, 2006.

    Hungry for more Tuna? Go to the Best of Antique Mommy to see the whole series.

    14 Comments »

    1. Everyday Mommy says:

      One of my all-time AM favorites! I steer new readers to your Tuna Series first. Once they read Tuna, they’re hooked.

      August 17th, 2007 at 9:57 am

    2. tracey says:

      Ah!! I’m a fairly new reader,so I now have to scan the Tuna files, apparently.

      August 17th, 2007 at 10:14 am

    3. Rachelle says:

      Weddings work too! I’m not from TX…but neighboring NM (in a very small town). An odd couple showed up at our wedding, 3 hours early no doubt, claiming to be relatives. Neither I or my groom knew them. They ate, drank and danced. Then complimented the lovely couple and deeelicious food. Hmmm. I wonder if you’re related to them?! Ha!Ha!

      August 17th, 2007 at 10:53 am

    4. kittyhox says:

      One of these days I really have to spend some time in Texas/the south. It all sounds so interesting, in a good way.

      But seriously? I make the best potato salad. And if my mother happens to read your post and my comment she will post and say that SHE makes the best potato salad.

      So I can understand how those ladies feel…

      🙂

      August 17th, 2007 at 11:02 am

    5. Girl Gone Wild says:

      I completely missed the Tuna series…time to backtrack!

      August 17th, 2007 at 11:34 am

    6. Blog Antagonist says:

      I remember when you first posted it. It’s a real gem. Love, love, love your Tuna stories.

      August 17th, 2007 at 1:26 pm

    7. Kat says:

      OH.MY.WORD!!! Loved this post. I could picture it happening just the way you described it. You should write a TV sitcom based on your stories of Tuna. I bet your father-in-law would vote for it and probably want to be the star. (wink wink) LOL

      Hugs!
      Kat

      August 17th, 2007 at 1:46 pm

    8. Megan (FriedOkra) says:

      OH MY LAND! My lovely Southern mom is coming to stay with me for a week next week and between the Tuna series and The Box, you’re going thave her entertained for a good while. Bless you, Antique Mommy. Bless you. (Have you ever read the Ferrol Sams series of books about Porter Osborne, Jr.? If not, I believe you might enjoy them.)

      August 17th, 2007 at 2:34 pm

    9. becca says:

      Yay for Tuna!! You know what they say about some meals tasting better the second and third time around…

      August 17th, 2007 at 3:58 pm

    10. The Chickadee Feeder says:

      I was asked to bring cookies to church once when I was frazzled enough to have my hair standing on end, and I took store-bought cookies. The kitchen ladies really DIDN’T like that! It’s absolutely true about small-town churches!

      August 17th, 2007 at 4:42 pm

    11. Ortizzle says:

      But who knew? And anyway, how many “X Avenue” church cookbooks are there in Tuna? (And I wonder if they have a Junior League cookbook, LOL.)

      August 17th, 2007 at 6:42 pm

    12. Magran says:

      I’ll never look at potatoe salad the same way again! LOL

      August 18th, 2007 at 10:50 am

    13. Roxanne says:

      Did he ever get his pie? It’s been a couple of years now. Maybe they’ve forgotten? Yeah. Right.

      August 18th, 2007 at 4:21 pm

    14. just like that says:

      LOL I only just found you, so missed the tuna, but not any more. Hilarious, this one is. “Antique Daddy leaning on his elbows with his head in his hands…” Lolololol

      August 23rd, 2007 at 2:21 am

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