Pimento Cheese Sandwiches.

One striking thing about My Beloved is that he keeps his friends for life. He has friends that go back as far as third grade. One friend who has appeared on the blog in the past in Paul the NOLA conservative. Paul puts up with us despite our unwise left leaning tendancies. I don't know why. Paul was our own personal refugee from last August's Hurricane Katrina and still requires monthly "aid packages" from us. Paul and My Beloved met on the road selling concert t-shirts all over the US. This experience is the reason why My Beloved had actually been inside the Des Moines city limits before he met me. He estimates he's been in every city in the US with a population larger than 30,000. Paul went with him to a lot of those places. At every opportunity the stopped in Jonesboro. Hazel kept a shelf in the closet ready with the extra pillows and blankets for the young men to sleep on the floor of her tidy living room. She did their laundry and mended their clothes. She mended t-shirts I would have tossed out. She fixed them four meals a day starting with breakfast at 5:30. They never left town without visiting My Beloved's Aunt at the nursing home and some other ladies there Hazel introduced them to. There was one in particular who I later met for whom they always brought tacos from Taco Bell. It's a sad statement but Taco Bell is apparently a delicacy when one is shut away in a home. They also never left town without a bag of food. Cold fried chicken, egg salad sandwiches and these frankly awful pimento cheese sandwiches which they only ate if they were truly desperate although they never told Hazel this. I was served a pimento cheese sandwich by Hazel at one time and I managed to get it down but by this time I was already a resident and was conditioned to eat anything that didn't try to bite me first.