After a long, hard day on the road, there's nothing like kicking back and cracking open a fresh sack of sorghum.
Day 41
Sorghum for sale!
May 6th, 2010
I'm walking across America.
That's the idea, at least. I'm walking westward from New York City for nine months or so. If everything goes according to plan, I'll be in Oregon when the clock runs out. If nothing goes according to plan, maybe I'll end up in Peru or Mongolia or Pennsylvania. You can read all about the details of my trip if you're so inclined.
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Here's my progress so far:
Not as good as juicy fruit gum.
I’m surprised your Uncle Bill has not educated you regarding Southern Sorghum syrup.
You have been deprived of one of life’s pleasures until you have a had my grandmother’s sorghum cookies.
Think molasses….
How about a nice, cold sorghum beer?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Commercial_sorghum
(I began reading this blog from the start on May 28th, which is when I first heard about it.
Not long from now, I noticed another “Karen,” so I added the word “Too” to my name. Now, I’m going back to add a note about this to my early posts as just Karen, so everyone will know theses are from me, Karen Too.
Silly, perhaps, but thought people should be able to tell the difference, and the other Karen was here first.)
Sorghum and hot biscuits! My grandfather used to bring us sorghum whenever he visited from Arkansas. It came in a can with a pop-off lid.