Oh my gawd, I love grits with sugar and butter. I will do the salt n peppa thing , sometimes.
I'm fixin' ta cook me up a mess of collards in a bit.
ROTFLAMO Ya'll are crazy...........oh my gawd , ya'll those descriptions are so true. But it made me miss my Grannie, I loved going "down home" to see her. She always had biscuits and buttermilk, not the sweet milk and heaven forbid sweet bread( white loaf like Wonderbread). She taught me that indeed , bacon grease is precious and makes the best damn tomato gravey to be slopped up by her big cathead biscuits.
It's so hot down here we have to find ways to pass the time with out dying of a heat stroke, so we actually try to get away with wearing the least amount of clothes the law will allow. Most stores ' round these parts,dont really care if the kids come in barefooted.
The creeks around here are gorgeous and cool ,just right for a quick dip, so we always have extra clothes and a towel or blanket in the back of the truck for these quick dips if need be.
Only someone from the south can know the true joy that as a child you can have with a stick, a string and a piece of bacon..........for crawfishin'.
We used to go and pick blackberries for Grandma to make blackberry pie, and it was hard not to eat them as we went along, her pie wasnt really a pie at all. It was dumplin's. I have tasted no delight like her blackberry dumplin's since she passed.
For all you Yank...... I mean Northeners.......hehe......... what you read here is just the tip of the iceburg of what the south is about..........and yes we are proud to be from the south,,,,,and yes,,, we do laugh at ourselves right along wit cha.
