Top 10 Crimson Letter A's

The Crumpet Collection tides itself over with a visit to Pamela in Tuscaloosa.

Crimson Letter A #1: One wonders how Hester Prynne lost to an elephant for Alabama’s mascot; Hess comes complete with a crimson enough A.

Crimson Letter A #2: The checkered Houndstooth blazer is a must-have for masquerading as a local Tuscaloosan. And, they’re versatile for church, a stroll in the park, in 30-degree weather, in 70-degree weather, and they’re even sold at sporting goods stores.

Crimson Letter A #3: If a Tide fan is faced with the game on TV next to a giant hotdog in a hula skirt, she will see have no problem seeing the forest for the tree; even an entire forest of hula-ing hotdogs probably wouldn’t deter attention from the game.

Crimson Letter A #4: Jack’s, a fast food chain apparently indigenous only to Alabama, should not be confused with Jack-in-the-Box—a southern rarity with the best fast food tacos.

Crimson Letter A #5: After a series of restaurant mishaps in which one orderer repeatedly gets forgotten, brought the wrong order, and given the wrong change all at different establishments in the span of two weeks, maybe there’s some sort of breakdown happening on the part of the orderer and not the service. Enlightenment courtesy of Jason’s Deli in Tuscaloosa.

Crimson Letter A #6: When one sees auspiciously-pillared mansions complete with gated front lawns and “brothers” sipping what is likely mint juleps as they lazily rock on front porch chairs passing the Saturday afternoon, fraternity housing isn’t exactly the first assumption that comes to mind. All that’s missing for an Antebellum South re-enactment are waves of cotton.

Crimson Letter A #7: What surpasses TCBY self-serve ice cream are walnuts in honey self-served and oozing atop said ice cream.

Crimson Letter A #8: Catholics visiting other Christian denominations should remember to tote a Bible to service (Catholics are used to finding each Sunday’s readings printed in the missal) to get full prepared-for-class credit. :)

Crimson Letter A #9: If one hears “Les Miles” on ESPN, no, football yardage has not been converted to mileage, this is merely the name of LSU head coach.

Crimson Letter A #10: For those drivers who are too preoccupied trying to figure out the math of crossing the central/eastern time zone line on a daylight savings time change weekend, therefore losing track of how low the fuel tank is, never fear. Despite the sparse exits around said time boundary, Exit Rising Fawn rises out of the mists as a truck stop oasis just across the Georgia line, equipped with high-speed fuel pumps and the accurate time.

Most Wanted List: “High School Musical 2”—that first one, I tell ya, Cliff. Hanger.

Up Next: Crumpets from Nash & Grad-School Crumpets

Much thanks to Pamela Harris for her local expertise and cultural adventure-seeking in Tuscaloosa! Love and best wishes to her and Alex!

Top 10 Iced Vanilla Lattes

It's about time the Crumpet Collection sticks around to chill in Knoxville.

Iced Vanilla Latte #1: Fountain City McDonald’s baristas at windows one and two know to start up that iced vanilla latte when the Corolla rolls up at least three times a week. As shameful as it is to admit, this is actually more cost/time efficient than a) getting up 10 minutes earlier to make one’s own and/or b) standing in the Great Wall of China-length queue at the neighborhood library Starbucks.

IVL #2: One of the surprising “comforts” of moving back home is that, somehow after four years of one’s room lying dormant as the beastly West Wing of the house, the urge to convene family pow-wows increases when the resident moves back in.
Most often said pow-wows involve the resident minding her own business being generally studious whilst a raging conversation ensues regarding college applications, the latest high school sports drama, chemistry grades, and kitchen renovations.

IVL #3: The 1-month kitchen renovation project is now nearing its fourth month, though the enterprising do-it-them-selfers said they hope to finish the overhaul by Thanksgiving. The recent addition of a new stove and sink in an otherwise gutted kitchen has certainly aided the family dining experience by enabling “family dinner” to occur in the family’s own home as opposed to cooking and eating in the vacant (but furnished) house next door.

IVL #4: To be kicked off the university tennis courts, commute to the nearby Tyson Park courts, shove a bike half way in the car trunk on account of a court fee, and commute to the Sequoyah Hills court, which by this time is now dominated by senior citizens, would be a demoralizing experience to undergraduates. But to grad students, it is an opportunity to practice convincing bullying techniques in staking court claims.

IVL #5: If one is lucky enough to get DJ Rain for her pedicurist, she gets VIP invites to the Valarium Halloween Party. Pedicurist by day, DJ by night. Why isn’t that more widely considered as a career choice?

IVL #6: It is possible to live 18 years in Knox-Vegas without ever spending quality time in “The Fort” just off “The Strip,” but as a student at the grand University of Tennessee a visit to The Fort is an unavoidable cultural experience. Don’t miss out on the swingin’ porch life: hammocks strung across creaky railings, faulty porches, body shots, hookah gone awry, 1,629 guests-confirmed-house-parties, pumpkin carving with the pitbulls, stolen stereos, unlocked cars, “wait, this isn’t my car,” dark streets, paradise.

IVL #7: For all the horrors of commuting (gasp 25 minutes), it’s hard to top the spectacular October view of the mountains on I-275 whilst listening to the soothing nerdiness of NPR (nerds public radio).

IVL #8: Blessed be the 3 a.m. Krystal’s workers on The Strip, who multitask the drive-thru AND the rowdy walk-up window. Whilst in the 35-minute drive-thru line, one has a proffered vantage point for the costumed comings and goings and roof-climbers. Late night snack and a show.

IVL #9: As a native Knoxvillain, one finds it amusing to observe non-natives acclimate to East Tennessee quirks, such as stinkbug infestations and “that chili-in-a-cup stuff” (aka, the one and only Petro, courtesy of the World’s Fair).

IVL #10: Paying a first-time visit to local hangout Sassy Ann’s is probably not wise the Saturday of fall break weekend. But perhaps worse is implementing the “talk to three people you don’t know” rule on that Saturday of fall break weekend. Amid breaks of surreal techno dance moves, expect to enforce the challenge on upstanding gentlemen who introduce themselves as “I’m an Indian—last of the Mohicans,” “I’m an architect . . . from India,” and the nameless third who buys shots of expectorant “your grandma drank yesterday.” Grand additions to one’s soiree. Indeed.

Most Wanted List: late-night lattes with the roomies

Crump it Up List: “Cooler than Me”—Mike Posner; “Heartless”—Kanye; “Mine”(this is listed for deep analysis of a very disturbing music video)—T-Swift; whatever opus NPR happens to be playing

Top 10 Vodka Sonics

The Crumpet Collection kicks off from Athens and Knoxville with faithful anecdotes of the gluttonous football traditions I have witnessed in this the most active footballin’ season of my life (by active, I mean attending 2 games).

Vodka Sonic #1: When visiting a dry campus (as an alumna of one, who are we kidding?), hit 2-4 “happy hour” cherry slushies at Sonic, liquor store, voila. You’ve got yourself a Vodka Sonic complete with discreet thermal cup.

Vodka Sonic #2: Bargaining a football ticket on the street must be the closest equivalent to participating in the drug trade. I shall put this skill on my vitae.

Vodka Sonic #3: The charm of Athens, Ga., lies in toting a bottle of wine around in one’s purse during a shopping expedition and being allowed to bust it open in a restaurant at dinner. With the full consent of the manager. And free birthday cake to boot.

Vodka Sonic #4: Playing “I Spy” with the moveable camera-on-a-cable suspended from the tops of football stadiums whizzing over the fields is a sporting way to keep entertained. In the rare event this should fail, people-watching is also a fascinating study (mostly fascinating, sometimes just disturbing).

Vodka Sonic #5: One is contentedly occupied watching the field cam zoom about the stadium on its invisible cables when shouts of “Helllllll yeeeeah, I’m just masqueradin’” get progressively louder. And louder. And loud enough that a heavy-set gentleman feels he has attracted enough attention to take off his orange shirt to reveal a heinous Alabama “A” and beam, “Hellll yeeeeah, I’m just masqueradin’. Lost a bet!” If this be the modern Hester Prynne, save us.

Vodka Sonic #6: When choosing between a fried coney or a fried funnel cake at concession stands, be sure to align yourself in the appropriate line: “FOOD” or “DESSERTS.” Should the dessert line be shorter, do not assume to be allowed to order “food” in the “dessert” line. Take note, this rule is enforced; if you break line, the queue of ravenous fans behind you will become unruly.

Vodka Sonic #7: When reading bus timetables, it is vital to note the a.m. / p.m. time distinctions. In some cases, as in the Athens bus stop a few blocks from the shady part of town, p.m. does not exist on the timetable.

Vodka Sonic #8: Whilst waiting on a p.m. bus that will never arrive, it is always comforting for the neighborhood police cruiser to stop and ensure one is “ok.” After explaining it is not within their jurisdiction to offer a ride downtown, the helpful officers said they would be happy to arrange for boys on scooters as alternative means of transport.

Vodka Sonic #9: One may have crawled into sweet slumber at 3 a.m., but OF COURSE it is positively reasonable to awaken at 6:30 a.m. for the thrill of pepping up for a rousing four hours frying in the sun watching America channel its aggression in a spectacle of confusing yardage and rules no one likely fully understands. And despite one’s moral opposition to drinking at such an ungodly hour, it is the cultural thing to do in such situations. Who needs Wheaties for breakfast when Strongbow and Chex Mix are on hand? At least the cider consistency of Strongbow is close enough to apple juice. When in Athens, apples to apples.

Vodka Sonic #10: The drive from Athens, Ga., to Knoxville is a stunning one through a slice of North Carolina mountains, but at 10 p.m. on a hungry stomach, the drive is rather starved of inspiration until one happens upon an oasis consisting of a lone eatery (KFC) and a Wal-Mart. Unfamiliar with the menu, one orders a chicken sandwich only to drive up and see a tottering Col.-Sanders-smiling bucket maneuvering its way through the tiny window into one’s low-rider vehicle.

One sputters around the chicken bucket to the faceless attendant, “Oh, d-d-dear, is, is, this a chicken sandwich?”

But the attendant cannot hear on account of the significant sound barrier. Despite the echoing, feeble attempts to deny the weighty bucket, one rolls her car window down further to accommodate the inevitability of the monstrosity.

“I think I just ordered a sandwich,” one says to a Kentucky Fried Chicken visor.
“That’s the 8-piece Saturday Special. Did you not want the Saturday Special?”
“Um, no, just a sandwich” [pushing the bucket back through the car window].
“Oh hun, just keep it” [disappears and returns with a bagged sandwich.]

And for the remainder of the drive through the mountains, one feasts one-handed on drumsticks and biscuits out of the sustaining chicken bucket. Truly, gross.

Most Wanted List: Agua

Crump it Up List: “Fly like a G6,”—Far East Movement; “Lollipop”—Lil’ Wayne; “Banana Pancakes”—Jack Johnson; “Only the Good Die Young”—Billy Joel

(footnote: No worries, I’m NOT an alcoholic. It’s simply that some cultural situations [read: football games] need something a wee bit stronger than a slushy for one to survive in an amiable manner.)