You know you live in the South when...

you keep doing reenactments of a war that they lost
football has become a religion
going two miles down the road is "all the way over there"
you see old police cars, cabs, and grandma-mobiles on 26 inch rims
Crown Vics & Chevy Caprice are painted like candy bars
 
You know you're in the rural south when you stop for gas in a one stoplight town and realize you have to pay with cash since the gas pumps are from the 60's and are mechanical; oh, the guy with the dirty snot rag who cleans your windshield adds a nice touch to your already splattered with bug juice and guts glass.

But wait, there's more...you are definitely in Deliverance country if you ask for a Dr. Pepper, and they all look at you like you're from Haides; it's Mr. Pibbs.
 
I have arguements with myownself all the time. Sometimes i tell myownself I am a Southerner and sometimes myownself tell me i am wrong--I am a Westerner.
I think there is a telling difference---try telling a Cajun he is a Southerner and you might get an arguement---well at least from the Cajuns I know.
Let's get back to the riddle---or digress, if you prefer.
I was raised in East Texas---most folks of this area identify with Georgia and Alabama cause there their roots begin.
I have a hard time with this concept because my roots began at the Alamo---and live with the Texas rangers today---not to be confused with baseball (where there is no crying).
Myownself cannot agree with myownself so how in the world can anybody tell me what I am.
Am I bi-polar or out and out schizophrenic--If so, I don't care how it is spelled.
I most normally act more Western than Southern, though I do like grits & my western swing says that there aint no such thing as BBQ in the South---only in Texas, by GOD.
Having said all of that , my short term remembering disability has taken over and I must ask----what the hell is the question?
Blessings
 
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You know someone is from the north when they think southern fried chicken is Popeye's Chicken.

The key to good fried chicken is:
Eggs
Milk
Seasoned flour

Dip the uncooked chicken in the egg/milk mixture then cover in seasoned flour.

Immediately place in pan with olive oil and fry.

Goodness gracious.......heavenly.
 
I love G.R.I.T.S so much I married me a Georgia peach. I forgot about all peaches have pitts. I am still dealing with it after almost 46 years of marrage and loving it.
 
You know you're in the South when you attend a party and boiled peanuts are on the hors o'derves table. And beach music is played and the shag is the dance.At least in SC.
 
From the South?

Three things come quickly to mind:
1. I was sitting in London's Heathrow airport this time yesterday and snapped this picture. See how many things you can count wrong with this picture. (note; that whitish stuff on the left side of the bowl is whole grain rice.) I almost wet myself from laughing so hard.

2. While snapping the pic above, I observed a lady with a young boy and girl. The young boy was landing full arm-back-slugs into the face of this young girl (I'd say they were both about 7ish). I had to leave the area lest I cause a scene by trying to explain that, in western culture - especially the southern U.S., men never, ever, at any age, strike a woman. I am, even now, rattled by that image.

And finally; 3. The State food of Texas should be double-battered chicken fried steak with at least a full pint of cream gravy on it accompanied by 'cat head' biskets (not chili as it is now). I've often thought of tying up a full biennial session of the Texas legislature by opening up this debate.
 

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"Immediately place in pan with olive oil and fry."

Uh, that should be lard, or at the very least, several ladles of Crisco.


"I most normally act more Western than Southern, though I do like grits & my western swing says that there aint no such thing as BBQ in the South---only in Texas, by GOD."

I have numerous good friends from Texas and this has been debated on this forum many times before-BBQ started in Virginia and North Carolina long before Texas was ever settled by Anglos.

The South used the meat that was cheap and available-the mighty pig. Texas, which most of my Texan friends agree IS part of the South, had more cattle and that became the meat of choice to BBQ.

It's all good.
 
What about crispy southern fried chicken?

We have that at least once a week!



With SWEET TEA!!!!

For those that don't know our sweet tea has at leased 2 cups of sugar per gallon and ICE. No hot tea served around here!
 
The closest I came to eating grits was what my mom used to make almost daily for breakfast, Farina, Cream of Wheat; that, along with fresh eggs, thick bacon, and toast with butter and jelly. While I don't eat Farina, nor will I eat grits, I'm all about fried eggs, whole hog Carolina saudage patties, and homefries for breakfast. Grits....meh.
 
Now, Southern fried chicken ain't what it was when I was growing up. The chickens were in a coop or in the yard. None of this steroid fed store bought stuff. Granny would catch one, wring its neck, put it in a pan of hot water and pluck it. The more'n likely she would just salt and pepper it, flour it ( Martha White or Dixie Lily) pour some grease out of the grease can she kept on the stove and fry it up. There's be peas and butter beans, boiled and fried okra ( Okry) cucumbers sliced up in vinegar with salt and pepper, sliced onion, maybe some sliced beats, cornbread and tea. That was LUNCH! For supper she might fry up a pork chop or two to go with whatever vegetables were left over from lunch. Usually had buttermilk at night to soothe that upset stomach. Chickens taste different now. Not even close to the same. They use steroids and stuff and the breasts get huge. I think eating it affects us humans too. High school girls didn't look nowhere near what they look like now when I was in school!
 
For those that don't know our sweet tea has at leased 2 cups of sugar per gallon and ICE.

You are allowed to put lemon in it however.

You know you're from the South when you hear someone say, "We didn't do it that way in _____(insert large Yankee city name here). True story. At a meeting of the Clay County, FL Commission several years ago, one of the Commissioners, known for being a little obnoxious, didn't like some procedural move and she said out loud, "We didn't do things that way in Boston." At that point an elderly gentleman rose and asked the Chairman for permission to speak which was granted. He introduced himself, told them that he was born in Clay County, went through the depression there, enlisted in the Marines in 1942 in Clay County, was wounded in the South Pacific, returned after the war, met and married his wife there, all his children were born there and most of them still lived in the county along with most of his grandchildren. He summed it up by directing his last remark at the Commissioner. "So Madam Commissioner, I've spent almost my entire life in Clay County and we don't give a **** how you did it in Boston." He received a standing ovation from the crowd.

CW
 
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Cream of wheat:(

I thought it was, "all y'all".

Southern women are the best. They carry purses big enough to carry a whole fifth of bourbon into the game.
 
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