If the doomsday sayers of the Family Radio ministry are to be believed, the people of Earth are set to to meet their end on May 21, 2011. Saying farewell to one's nearest and dearest and preparing a howdy-do to to one's eternal fate is pretty grim business; might as well face it on a full stomach.
For the record, I'd grab my husband, our two dogs and two rabbits and a few loved ones. We'd drive to our place in upstate New York and I'd serve everyone smoked brisket, pulled pork shoulder, cole slaw, candied bacon, pimento cheese, buttermilk biscuits, my husband's potato salad, bourbon slush, fresh lemonade with smoked cherries and a final slug of 20-year-old Pappy Van Winkle bourbon and we'd all meet our maker with satisfied smiles on our faces.
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