My South
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Spike
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Join Date: Feb 2003
Location: yourbusinness louisiana
Posts: 57
My South
Hey guys and gals, I saw this posted on another website and thought you'd care to read it:
For the Southerners who'll appreciate this...
What it means to be from the South!
Robert St. John, Executive Chef and owner of the Purple Parrot Cafe, Crescent City Grill and Mahogany Bar of Hattiesburg, MS wrote this:
Thirty years ago I visited my first cousin in Virginia. While hanging out with his friend, the discussion turned to popular movies of the day. When I offered my two-cents on the authenticity and social relevance of the movie Billy Jack, one of the boys asked, in all seriousness; "Do you guys have movie theaters down there?"
To which I replied, "Yep. We wear shoes too."
Just three years ago, my wife and I were attending a food seminar in Aspen, Colo. We were seated with two couples from Las Vegas. One of the Glitter Gulch gals was amused and downright rude when I described our restaurant as a fine-dining restaurant.
"Mississippi doesn't have fine-dining restaurants!" she demanded and nudged her companion.
I fought back the strong desire to mention that she lived in the land that invented the 99-cent breakfast buffet. I wanted badly to defend my state and my restaurant with a 15-minute soliloquy and public relations rant that
would surely change her mind. It was at that precise moment that I was hit with a blinding jolt of enlightenment, and in a moment of complete and absolute clarity it dawned on me -- my South is the best-kept secret in the country.
Why would I try to win this woman over? She might move down here.
I am always amused by Hollywood's interpretation of the South. We are still, on occasion, depicted as a collective group of sweaty, stupid,
backwards-minded and racist rednecks. The South of movies and TV, the Hollywood South, is not my South.
This is my South:
My South is full of honest, hardworking people. My South is the birthplace of blues and jazz, and rock n' roll. It has banjo pickers and fiddle players, but it also has B. B. King, Muddy Waters, the Allman Brothers, Emmylou Harris and Elvis.
My South is hot. My South smells of newly mowed grass.
My South is creek swimming, cane-pole fishing and bird hunting.
In my South, football is king.
My South is home to the most beautiful women on the planet.
In my South, soul food and country cooking are the same thing.
My South is full of fig preserves, cornbread, butter beans, fried chicken, grits and catfish. In my South we also eat fois gras, caviar and truffles.
In my South, our transistor radios introduced us to the Beatles and the Rolling Stones at the same time they were introduced to the rest of the
country. We also watched the Partridge Family, Hawaii Five-O, Bonanza and Ed Sullivan with the rest of the country.
In my South, grandmothers cooked a big lunch every Sunday.
In my South, family matters, deeply.
My South is boiled shrimp, blackberry cobbler, peach ice cream and banana pudding.
In my South people put peanuts in bottles of Coca Cola and hot sauce on almost everything.
My South has air-conditioning.
Sweet ice tea down here, is called "Southern Table Wine!"
My South is camellias, azaleas, dogwoods, wisteria and hydrangeas.
In my South, the only person that has to sit on the back of the bus is the last person that got on the bus.
In my South, people still say, "yes, ma'am," "no ma'am," "please" and "thank you."
In my South, we all wear shoes ... most of the time.
My South is the best-kept secret in the country. Please continue to keep the secret ... it keeps the idiots away.
THANK YOU
every day gone is a day closer to God...and deer season <><
For the Southerners who'll appreciate this...
What it means to be from the South!
Robert St. John, Executive Chef and owner of the Purple Parrot Cafe, Crescent City Grill and Mahogany Bar of Hattiesburg, MS wrote this:
Thirty years ago I visited my first cousin in Virginia. While hanging out with his friend, the discussion turned to popular movies of the day. When I offered my two-cents on the authenticity and social relevance of the movie Billy Jack, one of the boys asked, in all seriousness; "Do you guys have movie theaters down there?"
To which I replied, "Yep. We wear shoes too."
Just three years ago, my wife and I were attending a food seminar in Aspen, Colo. We were seated with two couples from Las Vegas. One of the Glitter Gulch gals was amused and downright rude when I described our restaurant as a fine-dining restaurant.
"Mississippi doesn't have fine-dining restaurants!" she demanded and nudged her companion.
I fought back the strong desire to mention that she lived in the land that invented the 99-cent breakfast buffet. I wanted badly to defend my state and my restaurant with a 15-minute soliloquy and public relations rant that
would surely change her mind. It was at that precise moment that I was hit with a blinding jolt of enlightenment, and in a moment of complete and absolute clarity it dawned on me -- my South is the best-kept secret in the country.
Why would I try to win this woman over? She might move down here.
I am always amused by Hollywood's interpretation of the South. We are still, on occasion, depicted as a collective group of sweaty, stupid,
backwards-minded and racist rednecks. The South of movies and TV, the Hollywood South, is not my South.
This is my South:
My South is full of honest, hardworking people. My South is the birthplace of blues and jazz, and rock n' roll. It has banjo pickers and fiddle players, but it also has B. B. King, Muddy Waters, the Allman Brothers, Emmylou Harris and Elvis.
My South is hot. My South smells of newly mowed grass.
My South is creek swimming, cane-pole fishing and bird hunting.
In my South, football is king.
My South is home to the most beautiful women on the planet.
In my South, soul food and country cooking are the same thing.
My South is full of fig preserves, cornbread, butter beans, fried chicken, grits and catfish. In my South we also eat fois gras, caviar and truffles.
In my South, our transistor radios introduced us to the Beatles and the Rolling Stones at the same time they were introduced to the rest of the
country. We also watched the Partridge Family, Hawaii Five-O, Bonanza and Ed Sullivan with the rest of the country.
In my South, grandmothers cooked a big lunch every Sunday.
In my South, family matters, deeply.
My South is boiled shrimp, blackberry cobbler, peach ice cream and banana pudding.
In my South people put peanuts in bottles of Coca Cola and hot sauce on almost everything.
My South has air-conditioning.
Sweet ice tea down here, is called "Southern Table Wine!"
My South is camellias, azaleas, dogwoods, wisteria and hydrangeas.
In my South, the only person that has to sit on the back of the bus is the last person that got on the bus.
In my South, people still say, "yes, ma'am," "no ma'am," "please" and "thank you."
In my South, we all wear shoes ... most of the time.
My South is the best-kept secret in the country. Please continue to keep the secret ... it keeps the idiots away.
THANK YOU
every day gone is a day closer to God...and deer season <><
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RE: My South
Although I originated from Maryland43 years ago, I grew up in our south and will die here as well. Is there any where else to be???<img src=icon_smile_big.gif border=0 align=middle>
The best of luck in all your hunting endeavors!!!
God Bless,
Dave
The best of luck in all your hunting endeavors!!!
God Bless,
Dave
#3
Join Date: Feb 2003
Location: Sheridan Arkansas
Posts: 701
RE: My South
gotta agree with the most beautiful women in the world are from the south...our women have got it going on!!!
I thought I was the only person who puts peanuts in their coca cola bottles...
And, in My South, saying 'I'm Full' to Grandma is NOT an option!
I thought I was the only person who puts peanuts in their coca cola bottles...
And, in My South, saying 'I'm Full' to Grandma is NOT an option!