Aunt Daisy came to mind as I was painting a still life of cactuses. My computer pinged. Aunt Daisy! Synchronicity.
Remember me tellin’ you a while back that a distinguished lookin’ hombre in a pin stripped suit, his head sproutin’ a thick head of salt and pepper hair, came up to my booth at the Saturday farmer’s market askin’ to try my jams and jellies? He was smilin’ and noddin’ after each little bite.
I hope you’re sittin’ down cause I got a lulu of a yarn to unravel about him!
I mentioned he wasn’t my type, didn’t I? I never went out with a man in a suit in my life so when he said he had a proposal for me I dropped my jaw. I thought he was propositionin’ me and I kept an open mind. He was kinda cute.
I hope you’re sittin’ down cause I got a lulu of a yarn to unravel about him! His name is Winston and he’s from New York City. He works as a scout for a corporation lookin’ for new food products. And guess what? He wants to interest the New York people in “Jammin’ With Aunt Daisy!”
He thinks it might be a good business ploy to have a line of jams and jellies concocted by an 84-year old retired lady livin’ on a bitty Florida farm! Sort of an inspiration for older folk to try somethin’ new instead of hangin’ up their spurs and rockin’ in a chair.
Sylvia Honey, my heart was poundin’ with the prospect of a new adventure for this old cowgal. Imagine, my jams and jellies causin’ such a stir!
Before you can grab the laundry from the line when a twister is acomin’ and takes the hen house for a spin, he had me on my porch swing and was fillin’ me in on all the details of his plan. He talked so fast I swear he was raised on locoweed.
He was goin’ to bring down a team of test kitchen chefs to see how I made the jam and jellies and if the recipes would work on a larger scale. I had to let him in on the secret ingredient that gave the jams their zinggggggg! But he made me sign a contract that I would never divulge the recipes or the secret ingredient to a single soul – not even to you, Sylvia Honey.
Winston lined everything up and before you could say “Git along little doggie!” my kitchen was bustin’ with real smart youngsters from New York with lab coats and hairnets runnin’ around with me directin’. Everythin’ was hummin’ along just fine with pots boilin’.
Winston liked my label with the red checkerboard and I was real proud until he showed me the mock-up label he was thinkin’ about usin’. It said, “Jammin’ with Grandma Daisy.” I’ve been Aunt Daisy all my life. That way no one could tell for sure how old I really was.
As far as I was concerned, this project was all washed up. I ain’t no Grandma. Then I saw the check he handed me. What a rascal!
“Honey,” I said to Winston, “as far as I’m concerned, you can put “Jammin’ with Great Grandma Daisy” on the label.” I wasn’t in this for the coin, but that check sure beat the money I made ridin’ in the rodeo!
Yippee, yippee, Kiyo, kayeah!
Those bubblin’ blueberries sure beat a bruised butt for makin’ a buck! Goody, goody!
Good luck on your new venture, Aunt Daisy or should I say Grandma Daisy? We’ll be looking forward to your new business. Can’t keep a good cowgirl down!