Tuesday, June 19, 2012

CoCo Cocktail


I think families are so neat. Very cool idea, God. Its so fun to look at a group of people and know they belong to each other. Physically you usually get to see a "stamp" that ties them together and then even more interesting, these little units start talking and you see that their brains have been stamped too.

I'd like to try to write down the Collyn recipe. Where I get the things that make me, me.

Most people think that I am my mother made over and to that I say thank you. I happen to think that I did get some strong shots of her but they are undoubtedly watered down by some mixers and flavors of others.

Recipe


    2 parts Cody eyes- you're hardly in the fam if you arent "stamped" with the baby blues. 
    1.5 parts Granny Cody dimples- Rex got both. Jerk. 
    Pinch of papa shoulders- squared off like a linebacker...but for the girls we classify it as a "nice frame." 
    10 Don Cody toes- long crooked and skinny. Making up for those, an ounce of momma's high arches. 
    1 shot of Deb Cody booty. Unless Beyonce is somewhere in my genetic make up.  
    An ounce of Daddy Bill lazy left eye. If you didnt get the blues, you'll at least have this. 
    Double dose of very strange idioms. We just say things that just dont compute. All of us. 
    A whole heart from my Meme. Tender. 
    An entire drink of tolerance from my father. Keep pouring. 
    Spice to taste- otherwise known as sass.  
    Sugar. Then sugar again. Im real sweet yall. 
    A hint of strawberry [blonde] from Patsy. Meaning my kid could be a ginger. 
    Muddle a left side of the brain. Missed that from the Cody's. 
    An eye for color. Deb. 
    2 chickens. No one knows where that came from. 
    1 mild temperament from Mabel.  
    A cup(le) Hall lips. Again, Unless Beyonce's hiding somewhere in the family tree.


Directions:
After mixing, let sit for at least 24 hours..because we Codys always need to "let it marinate.'
Carefully place a blindfold over your eyes. Blind as a bat. That bat is named Deborah Lynn.
Mix until smoooooth...cuz my daddy taught me to mingle.
Pop it in the oven for hours- I've been told I'm part lizard. Mother's doing.
Once you realize you've burned it, laugh. Because that's what Meme would do.
Then go ahead and set your table. Likely the best looking thing that will come out of the kitchen today. Its a Hall thing.





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