The Chilling Encounter: A UFO Story That Defies Explanation

Ever wonder what lurks in the night sky, just waiting to be discovered? Stories of mysterious lights and unexplainable phenomena have intrigued and terrified people for centuries. What you’re about to read is not just another tale; it’s a chilling account that will make you question what you believe about the unknown.

The December night was bone-chilling and damp, so the two middle-aged women turned up the car heater as they cruised down the empty Texas road. It was just after Christmas in 1980. The women and the little boy with them had visited a town about fifteen miles from Houston for dinner. On their way home, the child spotted something odd in the sky. A blazing light was gliding toward them over the pine trees.

As it got closer, the light revealed itself as a brilliant, diamond-shaped object with flames shooting out from its underside. Betty Cash, the fifty-one-year-old driver, had never seen anything like it in her life. Neither had fifty-seven-year-old Vickie Landrum, who instinctively pulled her seven-year-old grandson, Colby, closer as the object slowed and hovered over the road, as if it was preparing to land.

Betty stopped the car, and the three of them watched in awe. The strange craft hovered about sixty-five yards away, emitting a beeping noise. Curiosity got the best of them, and they stepped out of the car for a better view. But the terrified boy soon convinced his grandmother to get back in the vehicle. The intense heat from the object forced Betty to wrap her hand in her coat before grabbing the scorching metal door handle as she returned to the car.

Eventually, the craft started to move up and away. But then, an even stranger sight appeared: a squadron of over twenty helicopters, many of them big, double-rotor machines like those used for carrying military cargo, attempted to surround the object. When the craft sped away, followed by the swarming helicopters, the trio tried to follow it in their car. From a different angle, the mysterious ship looked like a bright, oblong cylinder of light. Then it vanished, along with the helicopters, in the distance.

Betty dropped off her passengers at their home and returned to hers, feeling increasingly ill. Over the next few hours, all three witnesses developed sunburn-like blisters, nausea, and diarrhea. Betty's symptoms were the worst, presumably because she had exposed herself to the object's radiant heat the longest. Sick and scared, she sought medical treatment and was hospitalized for two weeks as a burn victim. But several days passed before the doctors heard about the incident from Colby.

Investigators studied the case for years without coming close to identifying the fiery craft or tracking down the helicopters. Other witnesses in the area reported seeing a dazzling light and double-rotor helicopters that night, but local military bases denied having any such aircraft in the region. The U.S. government disclaimed ownership of the glowing apparition. Betty, Vickie, and Colby were left with only their lingering injuries and an unfinished story.

The so-called Cash-Landrum incident, just one of many such events recorded each year, is typical of reports of mysterious objects flashing across the sky and sometimes touching down. The term "unidentified flying objects" (UFOs) was coined by a U.S. Air Force officer in 1951, reflecting how little is known about these sightings. David Jacobs, an American expert in the field, defines a UFO as "the report of an extraordinary airborne or landed object, or related experience, that remains anomalous after proper scientific analysis." Using this definition, few people would dispute the existence of UFOs.
However, disputes arise when investigators seek to determine exactly what a given UFO was. On rare occasions when physical evidence is at hand, the mystery can be solved. But most sightings yield no tangible clues, only eyewitness accounts. Witness reliability and investigator bias further complicate matters, making it difficult to reach definitive conclusions. Despite this, an astonishingly high number of Americans believe in UFOs, and many will admit to having seen them.

Surveys show that believers in UFOs are no more interested in the occult and no less satisfied with life than anyone else. The one characteristic UFO witnesses have in common is a greater inclination to accept the notion of extraterrestrial life. A sizable number of people today envision UFOs as spacecraft carrying extraterrestrial beings from technologically advanced worlds.

Throughout history, people have interpreted strange sights in the sky according to their worldviews. In antiquity, people saw angelic messengers; in the nineteenth century, they saw dirigibles. Today, observers see glowing envoys from other worlds. A common theme links these sightings: humans have always felt that there is more to existence than can be seen on Earth's surface and that we might not be alone among the stars.

The record of mysterious aerial sightings stretches back to the dawn of written history. Seen in the light of modern knowledge and theories, ancient accounts of such incidents are far from conclusive. Even so, they are fascinating and often sound surprisingly like today's descriptions.

Ancient legends, such as a Chinese tale of a "land of flying carts" and the Sanskrit text Drona Parva, describe aerial dogfights among gods piloting flying machines. Some students of UFO history claim that the most impressive UFO stories are found in the Bible. The Old Testament prophet Elijah ascended into the sky on a "chariot of fire," and Jacob's vision of angels climbing a ladder to heaven has been interpreted as a UFO event. The account of Moses leading the Israelites out of Egypt includes "pillars of cloud and fire" that could have been a UFO.

Swiss author Erich von Däniken popularized the idea that visitors from space mated with human ancestors to create a race with superior intelligence. He and others examined monuments, art, and artifacts from various cultures, claiming that some represented spaceships and cosmic travelers. While scientists have debunked these notions, early art with undeciphered meanings remains intriguing to von Däniken and his followers.

Harvard University astronomer Donald H. Menzel offered natural explanations for some biblical sightings, such as Jacob's ladder being the aurora borealis and the parting of the Red Sea for Moses being a vast mirage.

Historical records also contain possible UFO sightings. Chroniclers of Alexander the Great reported his army being harassed by flying objects in 329 B.C., and the French cleric Agobard wrote of "aerial sailors" in the ninth century. In 1561, residents of Nuremberg witnessed an aerial ballet of spheres and disks, and five years later, residents of Basel saw large black spheres maneuvering in the sky. The British astronomer Edmond Halley observed unexplained aerial objects in 1716.

Some reports are fabrications, such as the ancient Indian chronicle from the so-called Book of Dyzan, created by nineteenth-century occultist Madame Helena Petrovna Blavatsky. Another fabricated account is the story of a UFO sighting at Byland Abbey in Yorkshire, England, in A.D. 1290, concocted by high-school pranksters in the early 1950s.

Well-attested reports of strange aerial objects continued into the scientific and industrial age. Between November 1896 and April 1897, the United States experienced a series of sightings that started in California and spread eastward. Witnesses described a cigar-shaped craft with side wheels and a pair of men aboard it. The phenomenon followed a wavelike pattern, beginning with a few observations, swelling to a peak, and eventually subsiding.

In December 1909, a Worcester, Massachusetts, policeman reported seeing a fiery light moving overhead. Similar sightings occurred in New England, and suspicion fell on Wallace E. Tillinghast, a Worcester manufacturer who claimed to have built a new type of airplane.

In 1913, citizens of Canada and the United States witnessed a squadron of moving lights arcing through the sky. Some ufologists believe the lights were interstellar spacecraft, but the case remains unresolved.
In 1917, a crowd of 50,000 people in Fatima, Portugal, saw a huge silver disk spinning in the sky. The Catholic Church declared it a miracle, but ufologists point to its similarities with many UFO reports.
During World War II, American pilots reported seeing eerie, luminous balls called "foo fighters" chasing their planes. The phenomenon was never explained, and similar sightings occurred in subsequent wars.

In 1946, a wave of mysterious sightings over the Baltic Sea and Scandinavia dominated newspapers. The so-called "ghost rockets" were believed to be Soviet test-firings, but the mystery remains unsolved.
As the cold war began, the scientific leaps of World War II made the notion of extraterrestrial visitors seem more realistic. Foo fighters and ghost rockets were just the beginning of the mystery of unidentified flying objects.

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Locked Out and Let Down: A Summer Tale of Soup, Chaos, and Consequences

Summer days as a kid were usually straightforward—simple lunches, afternoons of play, and the occasional mishap. But one particular summer day left me with a memory I’d love to erase. It’s a tale of soup, swimming, and sheer embarrassment, with a sprinkle of chaos for good measure. If you’ve ever been locked out of your house at the worst possible moment, trust me, you’re not alone. Here’s how it all went hilariously—and horribly—wrong.

When I think back to childhood summers, I remember the predictability of lunch at 12:30. My mom always had something ready: a ham or turkey sandwich with store-brand BBQ or Sour Cream and Onion chips, or a can of soup paired with crackers. Between sandwiches and soup, soup almost always won. Our pantry was stocked with Chicken with Stars, Chicken Noodle, Vegetable Beef, and Alphabet Soup. These weren’t the fancy Campbell’s varieties, either—they were store-brand, salty and indistinguishable from one another, but I didn’t care.

Dinner, on the other hand, was less predictable. My mom would occasionally fry chicken—seasoned well but often burned on one side, with the meat near the bone still questionably undercooked. It wasn’t a gourmet meal, but it got the job done. Or so I thought.

On this particular day, I’d had soup for lunch and was invited to swim at the McKenzies’ house next door. They had a pool, and we didn’t, so I rarely said no when Kim McKenzie extended an invite—although her mom wasn’t my biggest fan. She thought I was weird, which, to be fair, might’ve been true. Her son had quirks of his own, but that’s a story for another day. Before I went over, mama told me DO NOT GET IN THE POOL.

So Kim and I were splashing around in the pool when I felt a hot rumble in my stomach—the kind that tells you you’ve got less than two minutes before disaster strikes. I told Kim I needed to use the bathroom, but her response was swift: “You’ll have to go home.” Apparently, the McKenzies’ bathroom was off-limits to me. Ironically, I’d already peed in the pool. Twice. But this was a situation that couldn’t be handled discreetly.

I bolted for home, only to find every door locked. My mom had a habit of locking us out during the day to encourage “outdoor playtime” and keep us out of her hair. I pounded on the doors, rang the doorbell—nothing. The laundry room door? Locked. The back door? Also locked. Panic was setting in, along with increasingly urgent churning in my stomach. I remembered that my sister sometimes left her bedroom window unlocked, so I ran barefoot through the pine-bark-covered ground behind the front yard bushes to check. Locked. My own bedroom window? Locked. By this point, my stomach was in full rebellion, my feet were on fire from the sharp bark, and my shorts were bone dry—thanks to the blazing summer heat.

And then it happened. Standing in those bushes, in sheer desperation, I lost the battle. Let’s just say the alphabet soup I’d had for lunch made an unceremonious reappearance, and I might’ve also peed myself for good measure. The slightly undercooked chicken from the night before had come back to haunt me in the worst possible way.

Thinking quickly, I turned on the water hose to clean myself up. As the cool water hit my skin, I started to feel slightly more human—until I realized I’d have to face my mom. I ran back to the McKenzies’, hoping Kim would still be outside, but she had already gone in. So there I was, dripping wet—not from pool water, but from the hose—and reluctantly headed home.

As I rounded the corner, I saw my mom standing at the front door, her expression a mix of confusion and suspicion. The screen door flew open, and she glared at me. “I heard the water hose come on,” she said. Seriously? The water hose was what got her attention? Not the frantic doorbell ringing, the pounding, or my desperate pleas to be let in?

Our old house on Pace Lane...though it looked NOTHING like this when we lived there.

She assumed I was trying to rinse off the chlorine smell, since I wasn’t supposed to be in the pool that day. What followed was the grand finale: an ass whoopin’ in wet shorts. If you’ve never experienced a belt on wet fabric, let me tell you—it’s an experience that stays with you.

Looking back, it’s the kind of story that makes me laugh now, though it definitely didn’t feel funny at the time. Childhood is full of these moments—embarrassing, chaotic, and sometimes downright ridiculous. If this story brought a smile to your face or reminded you of your own summer misadventures, I’d love to hear about it in the comments. And if you feel like supporting this blog and helping me keep the memories alive, I’d deeply appreciate your kindness. Thanks for taking the time to read, and here’s to all the wonderfully messy moments that make life memorable.

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GLOWcase: Annette Marroquin as Jungle Woman

Hey GLOW fans! Welcome to this week's Saturday GLOWcase, where we shine a spotlight on the incredible women, creators, crew, and fans of the Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling (GLOW). Today, we're diving into the fascinating journey of Annette Marroquin, better known as Jungle Woman. From professional cheerleader to iconic wrestling villain, Annette's story is full of cool experiences, creative character ideas, and just rolling with the punches.

Annette Marroquin started her career as a professional cheerleader with the Los Angeles Raiders and the short-lived Los Angeles Express. While balancing her cheerleading career, she also dabbled in commercials and modeling.

Annette stumbled into wrestling by chance. She met Nadine Kadmiri (now Higgins), who played Ashley Cartier on GLOW, while they were both cheering for the Los Angeles Express. Nadine and another cheerleader, Lisa Moretti, mentioned they were working on a pilot for a wrestling show. Lisa and Nadine filmed the pilot as "Tina and Ashley," but Annette couldn't join in at first due to other commitments. Once the show got picked up by the networks, Nadine encouraged Annette to interview with Matt Cimber and audition. After a successful interview and some character brainstorming, Annette was officially a GLOW Girl. She and Nadine then headed to Vegas to start their wrestling adventure.

Annette’s dance training and acrobatic skills brought a captivating flair to her character. She channeled the spirit of big cats like jaguars, leopards, and cheetahs—her moves, right down to her walk, were as graceful and powerful as a feline’s prowl. Jungle Woman was Annette’s vision of a wild, untamed Amazon, straight out of the jungle and into the Vegas spotlight. She was ready to battle anyone who crossed her path, especially if they messed with her loyal companion, Nature Boy, portrayed by Matt Cimber and Tony Cimber, Jayne Mansfield’s son.

The first time I saw Jungle Woman enter the ring, I thought, “WOW, she’s stunning!” But my eyes quickly darted to Nature Boy, and I understood exactly why Jungle Woman was so fiercely protective of him. The match was Jungle Woman vs. Olympia, and I expected Olympia, the beautiful bodybuilder, to dominate. But Jungle Woman, with her cat-like stealth and no-holds-barred attitude, surprised everyone and won the match.

Annette’s character operated with no rules, and why should she? Jungle Woman came from a place where survival of the fittest was the only law. Her character became well known for disqualifications in the ring, but the fans absolutely loved her. Jungle Woman’s growl and her vocals were as catlike as her moves, which took her character development to a higher level than most. While most of the costumes worn by the GLOW girls were designed by Ninotchka’s mother, Marianne, Annette took her character to the next level by designing her own costumes. Her Jungle Woman raps were the cherry on top of her creation, which she wrote herself, fully embracing the persona she created. In addition to Jungle Woman, Annette envisioned playing other characters, including one from New York, possibly a cousin to Tina or Ashley, and one that would have involved her years as a cheerleader. I would have loved to have seen Annette as a tag team partner to Ann LeBree’s cheerleading character, Debbie Debutante, or even as part of a GLOW cheerleading squad featuring Annette, Ann, and Laurie, who portrayed Susie Spirit.

Despite her passion and dedication to the role, Annette faced a significant challenge when she was injured during practice for a match with Americana. This injury sidelined her from GLOW for good, and it took her over a month to recover enough to walk again. Annette returned to Los Angeles and continued her acting career.

Annette has appeared in commercials for well-known brands like Coca-Cola, Energizer Batteries, and Bud Light. She auditioned and became one of Barker's Beauties, replacing longtime model Dian Parkinson on The Price is Right during its 22nd season. She returned in the 24th season as a substitute after Gena Lee Nolin left the show to join Baywatch, alternating with Cindy Margolis as the fourth Barker’s Beauty until she eventually left the show.

I remember watching the show and constantly wondering why she looked so familiar, not realizing until years later when I friended the still-beautiful Annette on Facebook. She also made appearances in various primetime shows of the 1980s and 1990s, including Twilight Zone, Hunter, Thirtysomething, and Legend. Her film credits include Switch, Suds, and Knight Club.

For fans of TV shows like Roller Games and professional wrestling, you might be interested to know that Annette was also part of the original cast of American Gladiators, though she didn't continue with the show after appearing in the 1988 pilot episode.

Hollywood, Ashley Cartier & Jungle Woman

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Carnival Chronicles: The Thrills and Memories of the Gravitron: A Ride into Nostalgia

Gravitron with the classic Thriller sign, source unknown.

After sharing stories about some of my carnival ride memories like the Skywheel and the Hi-Roller, I was delighted by the flood of nostalgic responses from friends and readers. These tales sparked so many fond memories, and I realized there's lots of rides that deserve their own spotlight and the one that comes up a lot in conversation is the Gravitron.

The Gravitron, a signature attraction that has graced carnivals and fairs across the world, stands out as a captivating marvel of engineering and entertainment. Built by Wisdom Industries Ltd., a renowned manufacturer of amusement rides, the Gravitron has etched itself into the hearts of thrill-seekers for decades. It can be found in countries around the world and was first manufactured by Wisdom USA in 1983. Since its debut, it has become their number one seller. In the 1980s, several units were also made under license by ARM in the UK and Ferrari in Australia. Nowadays, you can find this ride with names like Alien Abduction, Starship 2000, Starship 3000 and many other UFO related names but for myself, no matter the theme, I'll always refer to it as the Gravitron.

The ride operates on a simple yet thrilling principle: centrifugal force. The Gravitron generates a force of 4 Gs, pushing the boundaries of safe amusement ride physics. While it wasn’t the first ride to use centrifugal force—preceded by rides like the Chance Rotor and Hrubetz Round-Up—the Gravitron has certainly made its mark in the amusement world.

I remember seeing the Gravitron a few years before I finally mustered the courage to ride it. Its appearance—a futuristic spaceship spinning at dizzying speeds—was both fascinating and intimidating. The ride's enclosure, with a single entry and exit door that sealed shut before the ride began, only heightened my apprehension. As someone who was always wary of the unknown, the Gravitron seemed like an impenetrable fortress of thrills, especially when you hear random screams from it over the loud music blasting from the ride.

Once the automated door closes, the excitement begins. Riders barely realize they’re in motion, as everything around them moves in unison. The Gravitron rapidly accelerates to its top speed of 24 rpm in less than 20 seconds, powered by a 33kW 3-phase motor. At this speed, the 45 panels that riders lean against are supposed to rise upwards, leaving them stuck to the wall with their feet off the ground. Sometimes not all of the panels rise, depending on the age and upkeep of the ride, and it adds to the fun when you see the person that doesn't rise up—not that it's their fault, it's just one of those luck-of-the-draw things. Regular riders often find themselves turning sideways or even upside down as the ride gains speed. There have been some that can actually walk on the walls, though most carnival companies don't really allow it or aren't supposed to. The forces felt on the Gravitron are similar to those experienced by NASA astronauts during rocket launches and space travel simulations. However, the recommended ride time is supposed to be capped at around a minute and a half to ensure a safe and enjoyable experience.

When I was in the 6th grade, my sister persuaded me to ride the Gravitron at the Pensacola Interstate Fair. Accompanied by her best friend Marcy and Marcy's soon-to-be husband, we ventured into the fairgrounds with the lingering taste of pizza from our car ride over. Despite my fears, the experience turned out to be exhilarating. The enclosed design prevented any visual disorientation from the spinning, and instead, I found myself immersed in the videos playing on the TV screens in the center and the blaring rock music that filled the chamber.

The intensity of the G-forces varies based on body weight, with most adults finding the pressure on their chest and face a bit uncomfortable. They often breathe a sigh of relief when the ride comes to a stop. On the other hand, kids and teenagers are thrilled by the experience, eagerly recounting the number of times they’ve ridden it and how fantastic it was. The sight of someone lying against the wall sideways or upside down, or even the one not rising up, is always a memorable one.

Gooding's Million Dollar Midways Gravitron

A few days later, my mama’s co-workers from Hackbarth Delivery Service organized a company outing to the fair, and I tagged along. Armed with unlimited ride handstamp, G for Goodings, back in the day when most carnivals used stamps instead of wristbands, we headed towards the Gravitron by the front gate. That year, there were two Gravitrons at the fair—a rare sight today but not uncommon in the 1970s to early 1990s when carnival companies often showcased multiple units of popular rides.

I rode the first Gravitron three times in succession before rejoining my mama’s group. Upon discovering the second Gravitron, I eagerly boarded it as well. This one, a different color from the silver Gravitron near the gate, seemed to offer a slightly longer ride, thanks to the operator’s discretion most likely. The music selection, alternating between Whitesnake's self-titled album and Heart's "Bad Animals," enhanced the experience even more. Both are still within my favorite albums of all time.

Inside the Gravitron, there’s a central circular control booth with a futuristic swiveling chair situated over the center axis of the ship. This section is reserved for the operator, who rotates with the ride but is safe from any G-forces due to their position at the center. The booth is typically surrounded by flashing lights and disco lights, creating an exciting ride atmosphere.

Throughout the night, I rode both Gravitrons at least seven times each, relishing the unique energy each provided. While my mother opted out of the Gravitron, she did join me on the Skywheel, also known as the double Ferris wheel, and the Amor Express—my favorite version of the Himalaya/Music Express rides.

The Gravitron can accommodate up to 45 people at once, and the ease of loading and unloading (simply by walking in) gives it a theoretical capacity of 1,000 people per hour. The entire ride can be racked on a single trailer, making it one of the most efficient and portable amusement rides ever produced in terms of portability and rider capacity. Setting up the Gravitron takes about six hours, and an experienced crew can tear it down in just three. This efficiency, combined with its thrilling experience, has solidified the Gravitron’s place as a beloved attraction at carnivals and fairs worldwide.

Over the years, I’ve experienced Gravitrons operated by various carnival companies, including Cumberland Valley Shows, Reithoffer, Conklin, and Royal American Shows. Each had its own charm, yet the essence of the ride remained consistent—an enthralling blend of speed, music, and centripetal force. My last ride on a Gravitron was the last year Pugh Shows played the Shrine Circus in Marietta, Georgia, with Terry. The ride experience most definitely felt different as an adult, and my body said, "Thanks for the effort, but let's keep this one in the vivid memories of my youth."

Today’s Gravitrons continue to captivate new generations of riders, although the frequency of seeing multiple units at a single event has diminished due to increased costs and logistical complexities. While some safety features have been added to the ride over the years, for the most part, while the theming has changed a bit, the user experience, the core design and excitement remain unchanged.

The Gravitron will always hold a special place in my heart, symbolizing the transition from fear to exhilaration and the enduring joy of carnival rides. While I may leave the high-speed spins to the younger crowd now, the memories of my Gravitron adventures will forever be a great part of my thrill-seeking years.

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Cooking with Dolly and Rachel: A Taste of Country Life in "Good Lookin' Cookin'"

There are few things more delightful than immersing oneself in a book that not only nourishes the soul but also tantalizes the taste buds. As a lifelong admirer of Dolly Parton, I eagerly anticipated the release of "Good Lookin' Cookin'," co-authored by Dolly and her sister Rachel Parton George. Though I held off on buying the book before Christmas, hoping it would appear under my tree, I eventually purchased it a few weeks ago—and let me tell you, it was worth the wait. This cookbook is a treasure trove of heartfelt stories, mouthwatering recipes, and stunning photos.

From the moment I opened "Good Lookin' Cookin'," I was enchanted by the warmth and charm that radiate from its pages. Dolly Parton has always been a beacon of positivity and kindness, and this book is no exception. The stories shared by Dolly and Rachel provide a glimpse into their family life, filled with love, laughter, and cherished memories. It felt like I was sitting at their kitchen table, listening to tales of their childhood and the traditions that have shaped their lives.

The recipes in this cookbook are nothing short of amazing. Each dish is crafted with care, offering a taste of Southern comfort that is both nostalgic and delicious. From hearty breakfasts to decadent desserts, the Parton sisters have curated a collection of recipes that are sure to become family favorites. The step-by-step instructions are easy to follow, making it accessible for cooks of all skill levels.

What truly sets this cookbook apart are the beautiful photos that accompany each recipe. The images capture the essence of the dishes, making my mouth water and inspiring me to get into the kitchen and start cooking. The visuals add an extra layer of enjoyment, allowing readers to fully appreciate the artistry and effort that went into creating this book.

As someone who has adored Dolly Parton since I was a child, I can confidently say that "Good Lookin' Cookin'" is a reflection of her angelic persona. Dolly's warmth, generosity, and genuine love for her fans shine through in every page. This cookbook is a testament to the bond between Dolly and Rachel, and their shared passion for food and family.

If you haven't yet added "Good Lookin' Cookin'" to your collection, I highly recommend doing so. It's a delightful read that will bring joy to your heart and deliciousness to your table. Whether you're a longtime Dolly fan or simply someone who loves good food, this book is a must-have.

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Irresistible 2-Ingredient Mountain Dew Cake: The Ultimate Easy Treat

After sharing some of the Heavenly Ham recipes I had from my time of working there, I’ve decided to start sharing some other recipes that I love featuring incredibly easy and delightful treats. As I've mentioned in the past, I have managed a few bakeries and cakes were usually made with cake mixes though they did use traditional ingredients rather than this simple cake hack. If I started my own bakery, recipes like this might be the way I roll. If you are a baking purist, or someone who attended culinart arts or even the Wilton Cake classes at Michael's, I'm very sorry for this...but this is too delicious not to share. I’m excited to introduce the 2-Ingredient Mountain Dew Cake! Stay tuned for more simple and delicious recipes coming your way.

Ingredients:

• 1 box of White or yellow cake mix, any brand or store brand
• 12-ounce can of Mountain Dew, Mello Yello, or any citrus soda (Sprite or 7-Up will work but with a lighter flavor)

Directions:

• Preheat your oven to 325 degrees and prepare the pan as needed (greasing, etc.). I use a silicone baking pan which doesn't require any grease or oil
• In a large bowl, combine the cake mix and 12-ounce can of Mountain Dew. Mix well.
• Pour the mixture into your prepared cake pan and spread it evenly.
• Bake for 20-25 minutes or until a toothpick inserted in the center comes out clean.

Tips:

• Don’t worry about having name-brand Mountain Dew; any citrus soda will work just fine.
• The ingredients in Mountain Dew help the cake set up without needing eggs or oil. I don't know how it works but trust me, it does!
• Depending on your oven and cake pan, you might need to bake a little longer.
• Lemon cake mix can also be used and would add even more citrus flavor to an already delicious cake.

I use premade icing from the baking aisle—it doesn’t really matter the brand, whether it's Pillsbury, Great Value, or any other. I simply heat it in the microwave for a few seconds and then pour it over the cake to create a thin icing. Since the cake is already quite sweet, you won’t miss the frosting if you choose not to add it. Alternatively, you could use whipped cream or Cool Whip as icing, but keep in mind it would need to be refrigerated.

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Revisiting Classic Country: A Heartfelt Review of Alabama's "For the Record"

Growing up in Alabama and northwest Florida, there wasn't a time that I don't remember being surrounded by the music of Alabama. Their songs were a presence in my family's life, filling our home with their rich harmonies and heartfelt lyrics. The band's music became the soundtrack to countless memories, and their tunes have always held a special place in my heart.

Alabama's "Just For the Record" is a remarkable compilation of their greatest hits, showcasing the band's incredible journey in the country music scene. Released in 1998 by RCA Nashville, this album brings together 41 chart-topping songs that have defined their illustrious career. I bought this 2-CD set while working in the music department of Borders Books. Although I would have loved to receive a promo copy, I gladly spent my hard-earned money on this amazing release and have never regretted the purchase, even after all these years.

The album features a diverse mix of upbeat tracks and soulful ballads, with standout songs like "Tennessee River," "Mountain Music," and "Dixieland Delight." Each track is a testament to Alabama's unique ability to blend traditional country sounds with modern influences, making them a beloved band for fans of all ages.

"Tennessee River" kicks off the album with its upbeat tempo and celebration of Southern life. "Mountain Music" follows with its nostalgic lyrics and infectious energy, inviting listeners to reminisce about simpler times. "Dixieland Delight," with its catchy melody and heartfelt lyrics, has become a fan favorite and a staple at Alabama's live shows.

Other memorable tracks include "Five O'Clock 500," which captures the spirit of weekend fun and the anticipation of Friday night, and "Why Lady Why," a beautiful ballad that showcases Randy Owen's emotive vocals. "Take Me Down" is a romantic tune that features lush harmonies and a captivating melody, while "Old Flame" tugs at the heartstrings with its tale of lost love.

"Feels So Right" is a smooth, sensual track that highlights Alabama's versatility, and "Love in the First Degree" combines infectious rhythm with heartfelt lyrics about falling in love. "The Closer You Get" is an anthem of anticipation and longing, and "Lady Down on Love" offers a poignant narrative about heartache and resilience.

"(There's A) Fire in the Night" brings a touch of drama to the album with its vivid storytelling and dynamic arrangement. "Can't Keep a Good Man Down" is an empowering anthem of perseverance, and "She and I" celebrates the joy of a loving relationship. "Once Upon a Lifetime" is a reflective and tender song that emphasizes the preciousness of life's moments.

The only song missing from this stellar compilation that I absolutely love by Alabama is "Christmas in Dixie." This track always reminds me of the wonderful Christmases at my Aunt Joan's house when I was a kid.

The talent behind these hits includes band members Randy Owen, Teddy Gentry, and Ronnie Rogers, along with other gifted songwriters such as Tim DuBois and Jim Hurt. Their collaborative efforts have resulted in timeless classics that continue to resonate with listeners across generations. Produced by Alabama themselves along with Don Cook, the album maintains a consistent quality and sound that fans have come to expect. The production is polished yet authentic, capturing the essence of Alabama's signature style and allowing their musical talents to shine through.

As for the band, Alabama has always been known for their genuine personalities and strong work ethic. Randy Owen's powerful lead vocals, Teddy Gentry's deep bass voice, and Jeff Cook's versatile guitar skills have made them a powerhouse in the country music scene. Their down-to-earth nature and genuine connection with their audience are evident in every performance and recording, further solidifying their place in the hearts of fans.

While this album primarily features single versions of their hits, it still stands as a definitive collection of Alabama's best work. However, Alabama's albums are also amazing in their own right, containing many gems that didn't make it to the charts. "For the Record" is a must-have for any Alabama fan or anyone looking to explore the best of country music. It's a celebration of their incredible career and a reminder of why they have remained a beloved band for decades. The album beautifully encapsulates the spirit and charm of Alabama, both the band and the state.

If you've listened to the album, I'd love to hear your thoughts and experiences—please leave a comment below. Your feedback helps build our wonderful music-loving community. If you feel inclined to support this ongoing effort, your contributions are greatly appreciated. Additionally, if you'd like to show some love and support in other ways, feel free to do so—every little bit helps in continuing this musical journey. Thank you!

Dreaming: Where Reality Meets Illusion

Hey there, dreamers! 🌟 Ever wake up from a wild dream and wonder if you're still dreaming? Well, you're not alone. Today, we're diving into the fascinating world of dreams and reality, inspired by the imaginative writings of Chuang Chou. Buckle up and get ready to blur the lines between waking and dreaming.

Once upon a time, Chuang Chou had a dream where he was a butterfly, fluttering around happily, doing his thing. Suddenly, he woke up and found himself back to being Chuang Chou. But then he wondered—was he really Chuang Chou who had dreamt he was a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming he was Chuang Chou? Mind-blowing, right?

This whole waking vs. dreaming thing isn't new; it's been a head-scratcher for humans for centuries. Chuang Chou, a legendary fourth-century BC Chinese philosopher (also known as Chuang-tzu or Master Chuang), loved playing with these ideas. And honestly, who hasn't had a vivid dream that left them disoriented, questioning what's real?

Dreaming is something we all do. Sometimes our dreams are just fleeting images, and other times they're full-blown movies playing in our minds. They can be soothing or terrifying, featuring loved ones or monstrous creatures. Some dreams mimic reality while others are totally surreal. They can be clear or confusing, enlightening or utterly baffling.

But here’s the big question: What are dreams, anyway? Where do they come from, and do they mean anything for our waking lives? Different cultures have had different takes on this over the years. Ancient Egyptians and Greeks thought dreams were messages from the gods. Sigmund Freud, the father of modern psychiatry, believed dreams were a window into our deepest desires and fears. Some modern theories even suggest that dreams are just our brain's way of tidying up, sorting information, and getting ready for the next day.

Whether you see dreams as divine messages, psychological insights, or just the brain's housekeeping, one thing's for sure—they're a fascinating part of being human. So, what do you think? Have you ever had a dream that left you questioning reality? Share your thoughts and stories in the comments below. Your insights mean the world to me.

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Thank you! ❤️

From Tarot to Keen: A Tale of Tarot, Telephones and Inspiration

When I was a kid, I discovered that I had certain abilities that I didn’t realize were not shared by everyone. I could see glimpses of people’s personal lives—past, present, and future—without much interaction, a form of ESP (extrasensory perception).

At 16, I “borrowed” a deck of tarot cards and a book from B. Dalton in Lenox Mall and began to learn the art of tarot reading. While the book provided a good foundation for understanding each card, the cards themselves were just a visual aid for what was already going through my head. When I finally gathered the courage to give people actual readings, I found that the book's structure was a helpful guide, but my visions were often the main basis for what I was trying to convey.

In the mid-1990s, I worked with a couple of psychic telephone lines—not Miss Cleo, but similar services. During times when I was out of work, I used my “talent” to make a little income, giving readings on the weekends in the Little 5 Points area of Atlanta. I enjoyed reading for strangers because I didn’t want my biased thoughts to interfere with readings for family or friends.

During the 2000s, I attempted to join California Psychics as an operator, but they didn’t pay very well. My friend Jodi and I discovered the psychic line called Keen, which allowed independent mediums, astrologers, and readers to set up their own accounts, set their own prices, and work whenever they wanted. I also started doing readings on YouTube to improve my people skills. At the time, I didn’t even know it was possible to make money through YouTube.

The callers from Keen were interesting, to say the least. Many were calling from foreign countries and viewed psychics as one of three things: life coaches, therapists, or virtual surveillance agents for people they wanted to spy on. To be honest, I have no business coaching someone on life skills, I need my own therapy, and if I could spy on people through psychic visions, I’d have one heck of a blog already.

I made great money through Keen, sometimes signing on just a couple of days a week to pay my bills. However, something began to wear on me—the number of people calling who were desperate for a fairy tale. I always knew what they were fishing for when they asked questions like “When will I meet...?” or “When will this happen to me?” They weren’t interested in what the cards truly said; they wanted a storybook ending. Eventually, I stopped using my cards. When the phone rang, I’d say “Once upon a time” before picking up, because it was story time for that person, no matter what I was actually seeing. I hated lying to them, but I realized they needed hope, even if they claimed they wanted the truth.

Over the years, I’ve thought about returning to YouTube for readings or even offering written readings on this blog because I enjoy sharing my knowledge and helping others. In the current state of the world, we need hope more than ever.

Thank you for taking the time to read about my journey. I would love to hear your thoughts and experiences—have you ever had a psychic reading? Do you believe in extrasensory perception? Share your opinions in the comments below!

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Saturday GLOWcase: A Tribute from a Loyal Fan - Jennifer Chiola

Welcome to another Saturday GLOWcase! Today, I'm thrilled to feature not just the incredible Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling (GLOW) and their production team, but also the loyal fans who have a deep connection to GLOW from its original run. Meet Jennifer Chiola, whose story beautifully captures the impact of GLOW on her life.

Jennifer has been a GLOW fan since she was 8 years old. Now 48, she reflects on how glad she is that GLOW was around when it was. Her dad, a tugboat captain, was often away, so they only got to spend about three months together each year. During those precious times, their shared love for wrestling, including GLOW and Saturday Night's Main Event, became a cherished bonding experience. They would sing the main rap song for the opening of the show as soon as it came on, creating lasting memories.

Jennifer’s dad knew the late Johnny Weaver, and they would always go to an old high school gym where Mr. Weaver would give them ringside seats. They saw several male legends of wrestling together. Jennifer fondly remembers, "His favorite thing he ever saw was when Hulk Hogan slammed Andre the Giant at Wrestlemania. We had to go to a special auditorium to see it on the big screen because pay-per-view was not available."

Jennifer fondly recalls the skits where the ladies of GLOW would answer "fan" letters sent to them. One of the greatest joys of her life has been connecting with Jeanne Basone (Hollywood) on Twitter a couple of years ago. Hollywood's sincerity, honesty, and kindness have touched Jennifer deeply. I can attest to Hollywood’s character as well; she’s a great friend to me too. Jennifer knows her dad, who passed away when she was 13, would be proud of this connection. Despite never meeting in person, Jennifer and Hollywood have become genuine friends, showing that the GLOW wrestlers are real people, just like us.

GLOW changed Jennifer's life and helped create memories that she'll always cherish. She believes the younger generation of women wrestlers should always remember the trailblazing efforts of the GLOW ladies. Without their paving the way, modern female wrestlers would still be walking on dirt. Jennifer's gratitude to the ladies of GLOW, and especially to Hollywood, is boundless.

Jennifer’s story is a testament to the profound impact GLOW has had on its fans. Over the years, Jennifer and I have also become friends, and I hope to one day meet her, perhaps at one of the GLOW events.

As we celebrate these incredible memories, I invite you to share your own stories and experiences of G.L.O.W. Whether you met any of the wrestlers in person, watched their mesmerizing performances, or were inspired by their strength and charisma, I would love to hear from you. Feel free to leave comments and share your memories of GLOW. Let's honor these incredible women, crew and fans together! If you feel inspired to support our efforts in keeping the spirit of G.L.O.W. alive, your contributions in any form are greatly appreciated. Every little bit helps me continue sharing these stories and celebrating the legacy of the Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling. Thank you for being a part of this wonderful community!

Grandma Ella Ree Manning: A Legacy of Love and Lessons

My granny and grandfather with my dad

Grandma Ella Ree Bunch Manning—Granny to all of us—would be 104 today. Born on February 21, 1921, she was a remarkable woman whose legacy still resonates with our family. She married my grandfather Obdean in her teens and was stunningly beautiful, the kind of beauty that could have graced magazines had her life taken a different path. But Granny was dedicated to family, her life revolving around Alabama and Mississippi. I don't think she ever travelled further than Florida, Louisiana, Missouri or Tennessee.

Aunt Joan often shared stories of Granny's dedication long before she had children of her own. She took care of her brother Harry's twins, Ermon and Thurmon Bunch, who would later be part of the musical group The Plainsmen. Elvis Presley was a fan of the twins and later became a personal friend. Granny would walk the twins to school, carrying them when necessary because they lacked proper shoes to navigate the sandspur-lined dirt roads. All the while, her sister, Aunt Velma would trail behind, lost in her own world. Granny was the glue that held our family together for a long time, even after the death of my grandfather a day before my first birthday. She never remarried or even dated. As a kid, I watched my Uncle Mike, Uncle Gene, Aunt Joan and eventually my parents go through divorces, causing the family to fragment. But through it all, Granny remained our rock.

Granny was a phenomenal cook, specializing in Southern cuisine, and she could fry anything to perfection. She also sewed beautiful quilts for all her grandkids. I still wish I had mine, but it was lost when we were evicted from one of our houses. Granny was a master at a sewing machine and I feel like everything in her closet, except her winter coats and night gowns, may have been her own creations. She was a heavy smoker, going through about a carton a week. Granny never had cable TV—just an antenna on the side of her house that picked up three network channels and a few independents. Every morning, she would rise early, cook breakfast, and make coffee for the adults. She'd be in bed by 6:30 or 7:00 p.m., always watching the local news on WKRG Channel 5 before turning in.

Granny loved doing word searches, crossword puzzles, and variety puzzle books. She was a product of her time, a bit racist by today's standards, but it was a different world when she was growing up. She would often use the generalization of people that weren't like us as a means to keep us in line, or at least away from the wooded areas where they were lurking and waiting to kidnap us. Despite this, she cared deeply for all of her grandkids and even some great-grandkids. My cousin Crystal was especially close to her. Uncle Mike used to joke that Crystal was six but a year away from turning seventy because her best friend was Granny.

Granny slept with a gun next to her pillow and made sure all doors were locked from the inside. She was deaf in one ear, so if you got locked out after she went to bed, you were in for a tough night, or at least until my Uncle Mike or one of the other adults who seemed to always live in her house would arrive home. Once, when Granny visited us in Florida, I found myself locked out while she took a nap, oblivious to my knocking and ringing the doorbell.

While she wasn't particularly religious, she had a large Bible in her living room. She might look at it occasionally, but she never forced any of us to pray, a trait I appreciated. Granny was not a lady who cared much about looks but she did take care of herself. I remember her putting curlers in her hair and sitting under a pastel-colored tabletop hair dryer, painting her nails, doing puzzle books or reading library books my dad would check out for her.

Granny was a disciplinarian, instilling a healthy dose of respect in us with her preferred method of punishment—the switch. She would send us out to the yard to pick our own switch, ensuring we learned to choose wisely if we picked one that was too small or unwieldy. As we grew older, Granny kept a random stick in the house as a reminder for the great-grandkids. She didn't intend to use it, but our stories of the switch were enough to keep the younger ones in line. They learned from our experiences and knew Granny meant business.

Granny also had a deep love for animals and insisted we respect them. I remember the time I shot a squirrel with my BB gun. Instead of scolding me, Granny turned it into a lesson. She taught me to skin it and she then cooked the squirrel, showing me the importance of respecting life and the consequences of my actions. It tasted surprisingly like her delicious fried chicken, but the experience was enough to teach me a valuable lesson I'd never forget, I haven't eaten squirrel since.

While she had a sister, Velma, they were never close and didn't have much to do with each other unless Velma showed up for a visit. Granny would immediately instruct all of us kids to watch her and anyone she came with to make sure they didn’t take any of her belongings while she was distracted. That side of our family was wild, and I have many stories to share about them as well as my own immediate relations in the future.

Ella Ree Bunch Manning

Every Christmas, Granny could expect gifts like house slippers, kitchen items, or something to read, and she was always grateful for everything she received. The last time I saw Granny, my friend Ry (known as Stig to some of you) and I visited her at her house on Repoll Drive, on our way to the fair in Mobile. Granny didn't seem too impressed with Ry, but much like the time I invited my friend Costa to visit while I was living with her, she was the perfect hostess. She fried up some pork chops, mashed potatoes with gravy, and biscuits. Despite our intention to save room for fair food, we couldn't resist her cooking and enjoyed the meal and our visit with Granny.

Granny passed away in May 2002 after battling lung cancer, but even in her final days, she tried to sneak to the hospital roof to smoke. She was a resilient and stubborn woman, and we all loved her deeply.

Happy Heavenly Birthday, Granny Ella Ree Bunch Manning. Your legacy lives on in all of us.

Thank you for reading this tribute to my remarkable Granny. If this story resonated with you or if you have similar memories of a loved one, please feel free to share in the comments. I love hearing from all of you and learning how our shared experiences connect us. Your thoughts and stories mean the world to me, and together, we can keep the memories of our loved ones alive.

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Uncovering History: My Thoughts on Prince Harry's "Spare"

There's something profoundly captivating about reading the memoirs of someone who has lived through history—especially when that someone is a member of the British royal family. I am thrilled to finally share my thoughts on Prince Harry's book, "Spare," which I had the pleasure of reading a couple of weeks before its official hardcover release. Now available in paperback, this memoir offers an intimate glimpse into the compelling life of Prince Harry compelling.

From the moment I opened "Spare," I was drawn into Prince Harry's world. While I knew that his parents were the late Princess Diana and Prince, now King, Charles, reading his memoir helped me connect the dots and realize that his family members are the same historical figures I read about in history books as a child. This realization added a layer of depth to the narrative, making it feel like I was uncovering hidden chapters of history through Harry's eyes.

The book is incredibly well-written, offering a candid and heartfelt look at Harry's experiences growing up in the royal family, the challenges he faced, and the choices he made. Although it is a bit long, the richness of detail and the honesty with which Harry shares his story kept me engaged from start to finish. His vulnerability and openness about his struggles, his relationships, and his journey towards finding his own path are truly inspiring.

One of the aspects I loved most about "Spare" is how it humanizes the members of the royal family. Despite their public personas, Harry's memoir reveals their humanity, their flaws, and their triumphs. It was fascinating to read about the personal dynamics and historical events from Harry's perspective, providing a fresh and unique insight into the royal family.

If you haven't had the chance to read "Spare" yet, I highly recommend picking up a copy now that it's available in paperback. It's a book that not only offers a personal look into Prince Harry's life but also bridges the gap between historical figures and the real people behind them.

I hope you find my review of "Spare" helpful and inspiring. If you've read the book, I'd love to hear your thoughts and experiences—please leave a comment below. Your feedback helps build our wonderful reading community.

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Revamped Tex-Mex Chicken & Rice Bake: From Bland to Flavorful Delight

While rummaging through my mama's treasure trove of recipes, I stumbled upon a card for Campbell's One Pan Chicken and Rice Casserole. Intrigued by its simplicity and the fact that I had all the ingredients on hand, I decided to give it a whirl. Mama must have saved it because she tried it and found it worth keeping.

After the casserole came out of the oven and cooled a bit, I gave it a taste. To my dismay, it was bland and unexciting. I doubt my mama ever made this, no fail, failure of a recipe. My Plan B was to order Chinese food for the night, which turned out to be the right call.

Now, I'm not one to throw away food unless it's truly inedible. I figured I could add some salt, freeze portions, and save it for times that I sick and needed something bland and easy on the stomach. However, I decided to take it a step further and transform this failed casserole into something delicious. I was pleasantly surprised by how simple it was to elevate this dish into a new favorite, and even Terry loved it. So today, I want to share my revamped recipe with you.

Tex-Mex Chicken and Rice Bake with Sour Cream

Ingredients:

• 1 can (10.5 ounces) Condensed Cream of Mushroom Soup (or 98% Fat-Free, or Unsalted Cream of Mushroom Soup)

• 1 cup water (for creamier rice, increase to 1 1/3 cups)

• 3/4 cup uncooked long grain white rice

• 1 1/4 pounds boneless, skinless chicken breast (4 small or 2 large cut in half lengthwise for thinner pieces)

• 1/4 teaspoon paprika

• 1 can (15 oz) black beans, drained and rinsed

• 1 can (15 oz) corn, drained

• 1 can (10 oz) diced tomatoes with green chilies (like Rotel)

• 1/2 cup salsa

• 1/2 cup sour cream

• 1 cup shredded cheese (cheddar, Monterey Jack, or a blend)

• 1 teaspoon chili powder

• 1 teaspoon cumin

• 1/2 teaspoon garlic powder

• 1/2 teaspoon onion powder

• 1/4 teaspoon cayenne pepper (optional, for heat)

Instructions:

1. Preheat your oven to 375°F (190°C).

2. In a large mixing bowl, combine the Cream of Mushroom Soup, water, uncooked rice, black beans, corn, diced tomatoes with green chilies, salsa, chili powder, cumin, garlic powder, onion powder, and paprika. Mix well.

3. Spread the mixture evenly in a 9x13-inch baking dish.

4. Place the chicken breasts on top of the rice mixture. Sprinkle with additional paprika if desired.

5. Cover the baking dish with foil and bake for 45 minutes.

6. Remove the foil, top with shredded cheese, and return to the oven for an additional 10-15 minutes, or until the chicken is cooked through and the cheese is melted and bubbly.

7. Once out of the oven, let the casserole cool for a few minutes before topping with sour cream.

8. Serve warm and enjoy!

I hope you find this revamped recipe as delightful as I did. It's a great way to turn a failed dish into something new and tasty. If you try it out, I'd love to hear your thoughts and experiences—please leave a comment below. Your feedback helps build our wonderful cooking community.

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I'm 49 years old today: The Sweetness of Memories: Coconut Cakes and Birthdays

Today, on my 49th birthday, I find myself reflecting on the memories that have shaped my life. While I don't usually receive many gifts, your comments and shared stories would mean the world to me and add joy to this special day.

As a child, my birthdays were a time of great anticipation—not for the presents, which were usually modest compared to Christmas, but for Mama's cakes. Baking was her passion, and while the house often smelled of her favorite pecan or walnut treats during holidays, my birthday cake was something special.

Growing up, I was accustomed to Mama's delightful yellow and chocolate cakes. Occasionally, we'd have carrot cake, and in the mid-1980s, Mama began experimenting with an applesauce spice cake that had a delicious glaze-like icing. She would bake it weekly to keep on the counter for us to snack on. However, my sister and I stopped eating it after what we humorously called "the time Mama tried to kill Granny." Long story short, Granny was visiting us and had a piece of Mama's spice cake. Within minutes, Daddy was driving her to the hospital. Though the cake had nothing to do with it, we couldn't get over the incident. Despite that, Mama's cakes were generally unforgettable.

Mama had an uncanny ability to remember and cherish the little things we liked, and this was especially true for my birthday cakes. Around 1979 or 1980, when we lived in the little yellow house on Easter Lane in Mobile, Alabama, Mama baked a coconut cake for our Easter gathering at Granny's house. Easter celebrations were a feast, with Dad and my uncles manning the grill, rocking out chicken, burgers, steak and whatever else they brought from the grocery store, or hunting trips. Granny and Aunt Joan preparing side dishes, like fried okra, fried squash and onions, purple hulled peas, lima beans, cornbread and all of their specialities. A then there was my Mama contributing desserts and her famous deviled eggs, potato salad, rich with onions, hardboiled eggs, mustard, and bell peppers.

But it was that coconut cake that stole the show for me. My four-year-old self boldly declared it the best cake I'd ever had, a proclamation that Mama took to heart. From that year forward, my birthday cake was always a coconut cake. For the first few years, it was great but later on, I never had the heart to tell her I might have enjoyed a bit of variety; her love and care baked into each cake made every birthday special.

As I grew older, I realized Mama had a baker's talent that could have rivaled any professional. Her cakes, pies, and confections were family treasures. Recently, my sister sent me a trove of Mama's recipes—handwritten index cards and printed sheets that spanned decades, some even from her high school home economics class. Flipping through a recent Magnolia magazine by Joanna Gaines, I was surprised and delighted to find Mama's peanut butter cookie recipe featured on a page, a testament to her enduring culinary legacy. I had no idea Mama knew Joanna Gaines but apparently she did.

Today, on my 49th birthday, I can't help but reflect on those coconut cakes and the love they represented. While I've yet to find Mama's exact recipe, I've come close with the Duncan Hines Dolly Parton Coconut Cake Mix. I suspect Mama's version might have come from the Better Homes and Gardens cookbook, the one with the red plaid cover, eventually I will get around to finding out. I know her Thanksgiving and Christmas dressing is pretty close to what's in that book, as well as her lasagne.

I never imagined reaching 50—thought I'd check out in my late 20s—but here I am, still rocking along. As I celebrate today, memories of Mama's coconut cakes bring warmth and sweetness to my heart.

Thank you for letting me share this cherished memory with you. If it inspired a touch of nostalgia or a bit of joy, that's gift enough for me. 🎂💖