A Moon Pie and an RC Cola
Growing up, I never understood Dad’s fascination with the Moon Pie. Soft cakes filled with marshmallow cream and covered in chocolate, they are a Southern tradition that tasted like cardboard to me. Still, Dad ate boxes and boxes of the things.
I never knew the Moon Pie originated close to where Dad grew up. Chattanooga, Tennessee. As soon as we drove into the city yesterday, he started pining.
Golly. I sure would love to get me a Moon Pie and an RC Cola.
Riding up Lookout Mountain on the Incline Train……
A Moon Pie sure would be good with this view.
I’m not hungry for much…..Can we get a Moon Pie?
At the Moon Pie place……
A double decker. Make sure you get me one of them double deckers.
I got one, too, and shared a Moon Pie with my father. It was the best thing I’ve tasted on this trip.