Showing posts with label Gone with the Wind. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gone with the Wind. Show all posts

Monday, August 20, 2012

Southerners

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(A delightful email received today)

Suthunuhs!

Southerners know their summer weather report:
Humidity
Humidity
Humidity

Southerners know their vacation spots:
The beach
The rivuh
The crick

Southerners know everybody's first name:
Honey
Darlin'
Shugah

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Southerners know the movies that speak to their hearts:
Fried Green Tomatoes
Driving Miss Daisy
Steel Magnolias
Gone With The Wind

Southerners know their religions:
Bapdiss
Methdiss
Football

Southerners know their cities dripping with Southern charm:
Chawl'stn
S'vanah
Foat Wuth
N'awlins
Addlanna

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Southerners know their elegant gentlemen:
Men in uniform
Men in tuxedos
Rhett Butler

Southern girls know their prime real estate:
The Mall
The Country Club
The Beauty Salon

Southern girls know the 3 deadly sins:
Having bad hair and nails
Having bad manners
Cooking bad food

Only a Southerner knows the difference between a hissie fit and a conniption fit, and that you don't "HAVE" them, you "PITCH" them.

Only a Southerner knows how many fish, collard greens, turnip greens, peas, beans, etc., make up "a mess."

Only a Southerner can show or point out to you the general direction of "yonder."

Only a Southerner knows exactly how long "directly" is, as in: "Going to town, be back directly."

Even Southern babies know that "Gimme some sugar" is not a request for the white, granular, sweet substance that sits in a pretty little bowl in the middle of the table.

All Southerners know exactly when "by and by" is. They might not use the term, but they know the concept well.

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Only a Southerner knows instinctively that the best gesture of solace for a neighbor who's got trouble is a plate of hot fried chicken and a big bowl of cold potato salad. If the neighbor's trouble is a real crisis, they also know to add a large banana puddin'!

Only Southerners grow up knowing the difference between "right near" and "a right far piece." They also know that "just down the road" can be 1 mile or 20.

Only a Southerner both knows and understands the difference between a redneck, a good ol' boy, and po' white trash.

No true Southerner would ever assume that the car with the flashing turn signal is actually going to make a turn.

A Southerner knows that "fixin" can be used as a noun, a verb, or an adverb.

Only Southerners make friends while standing in lines, ... and when we're "in line,"... we talk to everybody!

Put 100 Southerners in a room and half of them will discover they're related, even if only by marriage.

In the South, “y'all” is singular, “all y'all” is plural.
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Southerners know grits come from corn and how to eat them.

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Every Southerner knows that tomatoes with eggs, bacon, grits, and coffee are perfectly wonderful; that red eye gravy is also a breakfast food; that scrambled eggs just ain’t right without Tabasco , and that fried green tomatoes are not a breakfast food.

When you hear someone say, "Well, I caught myself lookin'," you know you are in the presence of a genuine Southerner!

Only true Southerners say "sweet tea" and "sweet milk." Sweet tea indicates the need for sugar and lots of it -- we do not like our tea unsweetened. "Sweet milk" means you don't want buttermilk.

And a true Southerner knows you don't scream obscenities at little old ladies who drive 30 MPH on the freeway. You just say, “Bless her sweet little heart"... and go your own way.

To those of you who are still a little embarrassed by your Southernness: Take two tent revivals and a dose of sausage gravy and call me in the morning. Bless your heart!

And to those of you who are still having a hard time understanding all this Southern stuff....bless your hearts, I hear they’re fixin' to have classes on Southernness as a second language!

Southern girls know men may come and go, but friends are fah-evah !

There ain't no magazine named "Northern Living" for good reason. There ain't nobody interested in livin' up north, nobody would buy the magazine!


Now Shugah, send this to someone who was raised in the South or wish they had a ‘been! If you're a Northern transplant, bless your heart, fake it. We know you got here as fast as you could.

Sunday, May 29, 2011

Mint Julep


Tara! Home. I'll go home. And I'll think of some way to get him back. After all... tomorrow is another day.




Of course when you read these words you immediately think of Scarlett, Rhett and Gone with the Wind. Visions of the old South, Mississippi River, Steamboats and Plantation homes come to mind. I am fortunate to live in a small southern town in Mississippi. It is a very unique place, home to about 1000 Antebellum homes and historical buildings. People travel here from all over the world to capture a glimpse of the past.






Each spring, 4 weeks during the year, we host a Pilgrimage. During this time the ladies dress in hoop skirts and give tours of the Antebellum homes, horse and carriages transport people through town, and guests sit on sprawling porches watching the lazy river roll by and sip on Mint Juleps.
Many people from the South are steep in tradition. The traditional way to prepare a Mint Julep is to first obtain a silver julep cup. During our Pilgrimage a pageant is performed on the weekends depicting scenes from our past. A popular gift for the participants to receive is silver julep cups, so they aren't very hard to find in these parts.
Ingredients:
  • 3 ounces bourbon whiskey
  • 4 -5 mint leaves (spearmint is the mint of choice)
  • Granulated sugar to taste
  • Crushed ice
Preparation
Place a couple of mint sprigs, sugar and ice in the bottom of the cup and "muddle" together. Let it stand for a bit to allow the oils of the mint to be released. Pour whiskey then fill with crushed ice. Stir well to allow to get cold. Handle the cup by the rim or on the bottom, allowing the frost to form on the sides. This reduces the transfer of heat to the drink.

 
Find a breezy porch with a comfortable rocking chair, sit back, relax and sip!



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