Yesterday, I posted about curing the recession blues by daydreaming of sumptuous feasts à la Alice B. Toklas. As I wrote, I was reminded of an old southern joke my father told me years ago that is now among my favorites. So, if fantasy isn't your bag, how about a little humor to lighten the mood? The joke goes something like this:Old Man Clackett was getting pretty long in the tooth. Sensing that his dying day was near, he figured it was time to confess his wrongdoings to those he'd sinned against.
"Maw Clackett, you come on in here," he called to his beloved wife of 61 years. "I got to talk to you."
Maw Clackett wheeled into the room. "What are you carrying on about, Paw?" she asked.
"It's time I told you about my old pebble jar, Maw. You see, every time I was unfaithful to you I put a pebble in this here jar." He showed her the jar, which held three pebbles.
"Well, old man, I reckon that ain't too bad. To tell the truth, I got a jar of my own. Every time I stepped out on you, I dropped a bean down in it." She wheeled over to her dresser, opened the top drawer, and pulled a jar out from under the clothes.
Old Man Clackett winced. He hadn't expected this. "Well then, let's see it, woman."
Punchline after the jump...She presented her jar.
The old man smiled when he saw it. "I have to say I'm a little relieved. Nothing but two beans in that there jar. I can't carp at you much about that."
"Well," said Maw Clackett, "That's what was left in there after that mess of beans we had during the Depression."
Anybody know any other food-related Depression jokes? Comment below!
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