secret sauce of peppermint schnapps

Lavender Roaring Fork Clinchfield tried to resist, but one whiff of the sweet, tangy sauce of Bubba & Helga’s Smoke Haus, caused his mouth to quiver with excitement. He, like all his fellow Iron Hollerins, sat outside, astride clean picnic tables under umbrellas, to consume salty fat culinary fixin’s. It was not often Lavender’s mind became unhinged, but even the most vapid of denizens could recognize the masterpiece that was smoked ribs. Bubba had been swept away by Helga’s overwhelming beauty, her by his sausage, and when he’d met her father, the butcher, after the war, a merger was negotiated.

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Authors note: This link Iron Hollows Fiction goes to the “Iron Hollows” category of 100-drabble fiction segments or click each drabble link below. They are not serially linked but rather vignettes set in and around the fictional town of Iron Hollows.

Dramatis Personae:
Lavender Roaring Fork Clinchfield: True scion of the South: notable for his fashion plate and bachelorhood.
Chromium: An American Blue Gascon fond of sniffing the ladies.
Miss Forsythia and Miss Hydrangea: Perky and together in that way.
Troubadour Peppermint: Deceased founder and savvy huckster.
Harmonious Intent: Deceased rival to Troubadour, prolific and fertile bigamist.
Sanctimonious Poppermince: Direct male descendant of Troubadour, current mayor and a disappointment.
Generous Tupelo: A woman with eyes for fun and a body for sin.

“the legend of the time before”
“along the non-existent waterfront”
“gunpowder explodes, fireworks delight”
“clouds play peek-a-boo with moon”
“homemade gravy for the grits”
“unsuccessful sultry spring seduction”
“where there is snow there are complaints”
“thankfully the tavern had stocked up”
“air as crisp as a grilled McIntosh”
“auction night to fill the food pantry”
“discontent brews in men’s souls”
“boogie to classic carols”
“sometimes surrender is inevitable”
“misty smells gather in the valley”
“a collector of all things rare”
“pass the salt please”
“monuments fossilized by the past”

7 thoughts on “secret sauce of peppermint schnapps

  1. this is hysterical…worth more than a ‘like’. Not coming from the South, but I recognize the characters and the lingo. Marvelous, Brian. Mind became unhinged…..recognized that! LOL! Barbeque can do that.


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