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Title: Stewbilee
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country_who
Genre: Crack
Characters: Rose, Ten
Summary: The Doctor says something sinful...or at least the equivalent of in Brunswick Georgia and it isn't "Gators."
Author's Notes: No, we that live in Brunswick Georgia do NOT hate those who question the origin of Brunswick Stew, you are completely safe to visit if you please. Now, if you say something bad about Georgia Shrimp you may be in a different boat. (Made out of boredom, just saying, I'm not that strange.)
Author's Note 2: Yes, Bennie's Red Barn is an actual place, and it does look like a red barn.
Author's Note 3: Go here to read about the Stewbilee.
A man with a pinstriped suit strode hand in hand with a blonde girl dressed in jeans and a tank-top. They beamed at each other and went to the different booths serving various types of stew that they had never seen before.
The Doctor was soaking it all in as he tasted the tomato-based stew and looked at the portly man standing in-front of him with a smile.
“Hello, I’m the Doctor,” the Doctor greeted, as the man gave him a grin. “D’you mind if I ask you where me and my companion are?”
The man raised an eyebrow at the accent of the man before him and the use of the word ‘companion.’
“I ‘spose you mean what’s the name of the Park, right? It’s Mary Ross,” the man replied, looking at Rose as if to ask if her friend was always this odd. “I’m Andy, but the way.”
“No, I mean where as in, what city, country, and event,” the Doctor corrected.
“You been to Bennie’s?” a thin woman, with ‘Becky’ scrawled on a makeshift name tag, appeared next to the portly man.
“Who’s Bennie?” the Doctor asked, but he looked over to Rose when she tugged on his sleeve.
“Bennie’s is that place that looked like a red barn where we parked the TARDIS, before we hitched a ride over here. It was like a pub,” Rose whispered in his ear.
“Ahh, no, I haven’t been drinking, but even if I had I’d metabolize the alcohol even before it entered my system,” the Doctor said sniffing.
“Loads o’ folks ‘round here make that claim,” Andy muttered.
Rose decided it was time for her to step in and help out.
“We’re just travelers, but we got a bit lost and found this place, it looked like fun, so we figured we’d come and see what was going on,” Rose said, as she kicked the Doctor in the ankle when he started to buzz his stew with his sonic screwdriver.
“Well, why didn’t y’all just say so?” Becky asked kindly. “This is the Stewbilee.”
“Stewbilee?” the Doctor inquired as he peered at Becky through his brainy specs. “Is that a code for ‘alien invasion’ around here?”
The Becky stared at the Doctor for a long time, before turning to Rose. At least she seemed half way normal.
“It’s a tradition in Brunswick, Georgia. It celebrates Brunswick Stew every October, sorta like Shrimp and Grits out on Jekyll, but with Brunswick Stew,” Becky supplied.
Suddenly, the Doctor jumped up and down and grabbed Rose by the hand and pulled her away, almost knocking her down.
“Brunswick Stew, originated in Brunswick County Virginia!” the Doctor shouted. “That must mean that this part of Georgia is filled with Virginian immigrants!”
The Doctor was so excited with his new ‘discovery’ that he didn’t notice a crowd of very burley men surrounding him, headed by Becky,
“Where did you say our stew originated?” Becky asked; her previous cheerful demeanor erased.
Turning to Rose with an apologetic smile, the Doctor weaved his hand through hers. “Run?”
As they bolted from the growing crowd, Rose checked off another place the Doctor was never going to be allowed in again.
Author:
country_whoGenre: Crack
Characters: Rose, Ten
Summary: The Doctor says something sinful...or at least the equivalent of in Brunswick Georgia and it isn't "Gators."
Author's Notes: No, we that live in Brunswick Georgia do NOT hate those who question the origin of Brunswick Stew, you are completely safe to visit if you please. Now, if you say something bad about Georgia Shrimp you may be in a different boat. (Made out of boredom, just saying, I'm not that strange.)
Author's Note 2: Yes, Bennie's Red Barn is an actual place, and it does look like a red barn.
Author's Note 3: Go here to read about the Stewbilee.
A man with a pinstriped suit strode hand in hand with a blonde girl dressed in jeans and a tank-top. They beamed at each other and went to the different booths serving various types of stew that they had never seen before.
The Doctor was soaking it all in as he tasted the tomato-based stew and looked at the portly man standing in-front of him with a smile.
“Hello, I’m the Doctor,” the Doctor greeted, as the man gave him a grin. “D’you mind if I ask you where me and my companion are?”
The man raised an eyebrow at the accent of the man before him and the use of the word ‘companion.’
“I ‘spose you mean what’s the name of the Park, right? It’s Mary Ross,” the man replied, looking at Rose as if to ask if her friend was always this odd. “I’m Andy, but the way.”
“No, I mean where as in, what city, country, and event,” the Doctor corrected.
“You been to Bennie’s?” a thin woman, with ‘Becky’ scrawled on a makeshift name tag, appeared next to the portly man.
“Who’s Bennie?” the Doctor asked, but he looked over to Rose when she tugged on his sleeve.
“Bennie’s is that place that looked like a red barn where we parked the TARDIS, before we hitched a ride over here. It was like a pub,” Rose whispered in his ear.
“Ahh, no, I haven’t been drinking, but even if I had I’d metabolize the alcohol even before it entered my system,” the Doctor said sniffing.
“Loads o’ folks ‘round here make that claim,” Andy muttered.
Rose decided it was time for her to step in and help out.
“We’re just travelers, but we got a bit lost and found this place, it looked like fun, so we figured we’d come and see what was going on,” Rose said, as she kicked the Doctor in the ankle when he started to buzz his stew with his sonic screwdriver.
“Well, why didn’t y’all just say so?” Becky asked kindly. “This is the Stewbilee.”
“Stewbilee?” the Doctor inquired as he peered at Becky through his brainy specs. “Is that a code for ‘alien invasion’ around here?”
The Becky stared at the Doctor for a long time, before turning to Rose. At least she seemed half way normal.
“It’s a tradition in Brunswick, Georgia. It celebrates Brunswick Stew every October, sorta like Shrimp and Grits out on Jekyll, but with Brunswick Stew,” Becky supplied.
Suddenly, the Doctor jumped up and down and grabbed Rose by the hand and pulled her away, almost knocking her down.
“Brunswick Stew, originated in Brunswick County Virginia!” the Doctor shouted. “That must mean that this part of Georgia is filled with Virginian immigrants!”
The Doctor was so excited with his new ‘discovery’ that he didn’t notice a crowd of very burley men surrounding him, headed by Becky,
“Where did you say our stew originated?” Becky asked; her previous cheerful demeanor erased.
Turning to Rose with an apologetic smile, the Doctor weaved his hand through hers. “Run?”
As they bolted from the growing crowd, Rose checked off another place the Doctor was never going to be allowed in again.
