By Sheri Hopkins, Lifestyle Contributor
Hello everyone! Beautiful day here in the River Valley. Well, I received several responses from women wanting to go to the Booneville Walmart after my last article. I guess we need to rent a van and take a load of ladies down there. It would be a fun trip for sure. We could all go eat out then hit the Walmart. This week we will continue on the subject of men.
I have told y’all multiple stories on the crazy things that Chuck Hopkins has done. Just a FYI I have done some crazy things to him also. I used to have, as we like to call it, Jones temper, or fit. It came from my mom’s side of the family. My mom was a very sweet person, but you did not want to make her mad for sure. I have seen that side of her, and it was scary.
One morning I had cooked breakfast as I always done, and Mr. Hopkins decided to say something about the food on his plate. I always thought you don’t want to bite the hand that feeds you. I guess he went a little too far, I walked over to the table where he was sitting, picked up his plate and chunked the plate, food and all, out the front door as far as I could throw it. Now was that a nice thing to do? No, it was not. But, like I said, the Jones came out in me.
One time I got mad at him (keep in mind this was years ago), he had gone out with a friend of his named Sporty Jim. Needless to say, they stayed out pretty late doing who knows what and so I decided to make a sign and put it on the door and lock them out. On this sign it read: “cozy corner motel, no vacancy.” When they got home, I stood at the door and listened to them as they read that sign. It was soooo funny. Yes, I eventually let them in.
Let me say this, time never meant anything to Chuck Hopkins. The only reason he was not late to his funeral is the fact that Sammy Callahan drove his urn to the funeral. We rode together to work when we first got married because we worked at the same establishment. I wanted to leave a little early, I did not want to be late. Not him, he slid in on two wheels with 30 seconds to spare. One morning I just got tired of it and left him and went on to work. He started walking and his boss stopped and picked him up. Yes, he was mad but from then on, he was on my time schedule, ha, ha! Those were the good old days, sure miss that fella. We had lots of fun and laughs together.
This week’s recipe is a simple but delicious one. I hope you enjoy! Have a wonderful week!
APPLE PIE BISCUITS
8 frozen buttermilk biscuits, thawed (or you can use the big can biscuits)
1 21 oz. can of apple pie filling (chop the apples up)
1/2 cup melted butter
1/2 cup light brown sugar
1 tablespoon cinnamon
1 teaspoon vanilla
1/8 teaspoon nutmeg
1/3 cup chopped nuts (optional)
Heat oven to 375 degrees. Rub some butter over your pan or skillet. In a small bowl, mix the brown sugar, cinnamon and nutmeg till all combined. Dip each biscuit into the butter then roll in the sugar mixture on both sides. Arrange in the skillet. Make sure you chop your apples up fine and add the vanilla to the pie filling. Arrange the pie filling evenly over the biscuits and sprinkle with nuts if you like them. Pour the melted butter over the top and sprinkle the remaining sugar mixture on top. Bake for 30-35 minutes until golden brown and bubbly. In a small bowl, whisk together some powdered sugar and milk and add a little vanilla to make a glaze. Drizzle on the biscuits and serve. Delicious!
