The Declaration of Independence

The American Dream by an Italian Director

“The Pursuit of Happyness” is about hope, overcoming odds, dreams… no matter what your circumstances are.  The movie is about the real life story of Christopher Gardner.  A man who wanted to break the cycle in his family of men not being there for their children.

The search began for just the right director to bring this real life story to life on screen.  The producers, including Will Smith, started courting an Italian director for the job.  Gabriele Muccino.  The Italian had director many Italian films but had never directed an English speaking film.  He could hardly speak English himself.  (What were the producers thinking?)  Well when they first met with him he said, “You have to be a foreigner to appreciate and understand the American dream.”  He also said that, “Chris is the essence of an American man who wanted to make it, he makes it, and then wants to show to the world that he made it.”  The producers were blown away by the Italian man’s understanding of and insight into the American dream.  He got the job.  In a sense that could have been a story of the American Dream itself.

The American Dream. An idea that  we all are entitled to the opportunity for prosperity and success, as well upward social mobility that can be achieved through hard work.

The Declaration of Independence

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 “We hold these truths to be self evident, that all men are created equal.  That they are endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable rights, among these are Life, Liberty and The Pursuit of Happiness…”

When Thomas Jefferson wrote the Declaration of Independence, he avoided defining happiness, choosing to leave it to the individual to determine his or her own meaning of the word.

So it is up to us to DEFINE OUR OWN HAPPINESS!! When you start writing your own definition of “happiness”, think about this…

The New Declaration of Independence

 

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Quest for the Best Breakfast Winner: BLD

Allie and I woke up early this past Sunday to beat the rush of Sunday Brunchers and continue our search for the Best Breakfast! This week we tried BLD.

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Allie and I heard through the grape vine that BLD  had the best blueberry pancakes ever! So, of course we had to try it out…and we have a WINNER!

BLD HAS THE BEST BLUEBERRY PANCAKES WE HAVE EVER TRIED! Their secret is the ricotta cheese they put in the batter! And their syrup container is the cutest thing I have ever seen. So, bonus points!

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The Eggs Benedict was pretty amazing too.

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They grilled the Canadian Bacon (brilliant) and put a couple slices to thicken it. So, they scored points in the meat category. Their hollandaise sauce was so good; it had a kick of lemon, which was unique and delicious! But, the bread was where they lost points. It was a house-made English Muffin, which sounded promising to me. But, when I tried it, it actually tasted incredibly bland. If they work on that part of the dish, they might just have themselves two winning dishes! But, unfortunately, they left me still in the search for the best Eggs Benedict.

Luckily, the lovely woman sitting next to us happened to be an Eggs Benedict lover too and she gave us some suggestions of restaurants to try.  So, I have a feeling I’m not too far away from finding it!

Fingers crossed.

Waffle House with My Dad

Waffle House was always my dad’s and my thing. My mom was never crazy about it because she said she preferred to eat at a restaurant where she didn’t stick to the syrup caked onto the seats. While that is a reason that usually would keep me away from a restaurant as well, I love Waffle House anyway. The food seems to always hit the spot for me. But not only that, I love that it’s time spent with my dad. Talking about anything like jokes we’ve heard, stories from his childhood, or what I want to do with my life.

Another thing that I love is how we eat our food. We order the same thing every time. One waffle, two eggs over medium, ham, and triple order of hashbrowns that are to die for. Once all the food arrives at the table, we cut the waffle and the two eggs in half. Then, we put the egg on top of the waffle, drown it and syrup, and eat every last bite. This was the way my grandfather, my dad’s dad, always ate his waffle and eggs. I’m convinced that every time my dad and I go to breakfast at Waffle House together and eat our breakfast the way my granddad would…my granddad is sitting down next to us in spirit. I miss him a lot and seem feel a little bit closer to him when I am at Waffle House.

So, every time I’m back in Georgia, my dad and I make sure we go on a Waffle House date! It’s one of my favorite things.

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Waffle House, I love you!

Dad, I love you!

Granddad, I love you!