I still haven't ever been anywhere near the south and I'd really like to experience all that you're talking about some day. Maybe I'll be able to convince the husband that he wants to visit there too.
Don't think I could live there though. Some things scare me a bit.
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We drink a gallon of sweet ice tea a day! Sometimes 2! Can't really believe you said that Jen!
Ed mentioned chow-chow, man my uncle Lefty made the best chow-chow, we had it with just about everything, it was always on the table. I especially liked it with black-eyed peas. His bread and butter pickles were good too, but alas just as old Southern cooks tend to do, nothing was written down so when he went so did those wonderful recipes...
Sorry
I do really like biscuits and gravy though. Does that count?
Odd though as it may be, I'm extremely uncomfortable knowing so many people have guns in their homes in the south. It's rather irrational, I know, and I hope nobody will take offense to it, but it just really freaks me out.
And I have a terrible time understanding Southerners, accent-wise. That's not really scary though, just inconvenient. (And I really hate iced tea.
The more educated the southerner, the easier they are to understand.
We hunt, darlin' - doves, pheasant, deer - and we eat it, too...we're not just trophy hunters. Bambi burger makes wonderful spaghetti or chili. It's not like we just tote a gun around with us at all times.
You could probably understand my speech okay. My accent's not real heavy since I've only lived here thirty years or so.
Southern women are the masters (mistresses) of delivering well disguised insults. Truly an art form.I thought of another one:
Southern women seem all soft, delicate and feminine, and we certainly can be, but we can deliver an insult that is so well disguised it'll take someone an hour to realize they've been insulted, and we can use a shotgun/rifle as well as most men.
As I was reading the first two paragraphs quoted, I thought "Why can't I be both?" Why isn't there a name for me? Then I read on. I like it.
Yankees think "bless your heart" is expressing compassion.
Bless their hearts.
We hunt, darlin' - doves, pheasant, deer - and we eat it, too...we're not just trophy hunters. Bambi burger makes wonderful spaghetti or chili. It's not like we just tote a gun around with us at all times.
You could probably understand my speech okay. My accent's not real heavy since I've only lived here thirty years or so.
We hunt, darlin' - doves, pheasant, deer - and we eat it, too...we're not just trophy hunters. Bambi burger makes wonderful spaghetti or chili. It's not like we just tote a gun around with us at all times.
You could probably understand my speech okay. My accent's not real heavy since I've only lived here thirty years or so.
It just occurred to me that the south of the US seems quite similar to the south of Germany in that regard. When I hear two lifelong Bavarians talk to each other, I have a terrible time understanding them. But the accents both do sound fascinating.
I'd love to actually hear you talk some time.
