<p>PLEASE take it to the politics forum. That’s what it’s for. I don’t care who started it!</p>
<p>I second what consolation said- Get thee to the political forum barrons, and take that rhetoric with ya! </p>
<p>Southernors would never have burst in with such talk. Offends the sensibilities-- and causes a case of the vapors …</p>
<p>Oh, about that red clay dirt. Thought it was fun to see on visits when I was a kid. However, in grad school I found out what a nuisance it can be. Took a break from studying and went fishing one day at a nearby riverbank. Lost my balance as I was trying to climb a high mound with fishing rod in one hand and tackle box in the other. Fell on my arse on the damp dirt. Pants and drawers stained with red mud that NEVER washed away. Did bag a good size catfish and about 10 red-eyes, however.</p>
<p>^ Another thing I like about the South: fried catfish. (I know, I said I didn’t like all the fried food, but sometimes you’ve got to make exceptions).</p>
<p>I wouldn’t eat a catfish caught in a river, but I did love the fried catfish my mom made when I was a kid. Catfish needs to be soaked to get rid of the muddy taste. We caught the fish from our pond. I made the mistake of going swimming in river full of red clay. My bathing suit never recovered - not to mention that I underestimated the current and almost drowned.</p>
<p>I never heard this expression before moving here to NC. Instead of the ubiquitous, “Have a nice day” every once in a while someone here will say, “Have a Blessed Day!” which I find kind of charming, even tho I am not at all religious. I generally say, “you too”</p>
<p>I’m doing ok if the Creek don’t rise.</p>
<p>Waffle House! They are so nasty but my kids just love their homefries!</p>
<p>Can someone explain to me how serving chicken and waffles together got started?
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<p>Drive-through daiquiri bars in Louisiana. Can’t partake anymore, but still a Southern “treat.”</p>
<p>I love sitting a football stadium and not worrying about frostbite! I don’t know how all you fans can sit in those frigid seats up there in Wisconsin and other cold areas. I admire you for it and I guess I’m a wimp because If I lived where you live I’d be hunkered down in front of a bigscreen, in front of a fireplace and wasting my season tickets.</p>
<p>I love sitting a football stadium and not worrying about frostbite!</p>
<p>I don’t watch football- but baseball opening day is pretty freezing in Seattle.
Long underwear- Superfeet with Outlast and chemical handwarmers do the trick ( if you don’t have a drive through daiquiri bar)</p>
<p>Chicken and waffles:
“invented” by jazz musicians in Harlem in the 30’s. Out to dinner/breakfast after 3AM–whats a jazz musician to do? Eat breakfast or dinner…or have both.</p>
<p>Let’s keep politics out of this thread…for every negative the South has, every other part of this country has a similar number of significant negatives. No part of this country has a lock on near-perfection.</p>
<p>Eat breakfast or dinner…or have both.</p>
<p>hey- breakfast is good anytime of day
( and so is pizza/ice cream)</p>
<p>But thanks for the explanation.</p>
<p>things I’ve learned to like since S started at USC (the real USC LOL)
men holding doors open
shrimp and grits
hospitality
early spring,lush flowers
shag dancing (is this only in south Carolina?) to beach music…S has taken two shag dancing classes for credit!!
slower pace…which at first drove me crazy
relearned to like bacon</p>
<p>One thing I love about the South - </p>
<p>supper</p>
<p>Well Catera, it’s been years since I caught and fried that catfish from the river. My hair hasn’t fallen out yet.</p>
<p>As for soaking the fish before cooking. Lord, I’ve never heard of such a thing, and my Grandmother in rural Georgia was a regular at the catfish pond with her homemade reed fishing pole. Never saw her soak 'em. Maybe certain varieties tend to taste ‘muddy.’ For some reason yellow catfish have never looked appealing to me. We always bought the darker skinned ones, Channel cats, I believe they are called.</p>
<p>People who set up lawn chairs or outdoor furniture on the side of their driveway (or in some cases in a carport) and wave at the traffic going by. There was a gentleman who did that almost all the time near the boys’ school, and when he passed away they had a memorial for him at the school. He was an institution.</p>
<p>Still waiting for someone to ask "how’s your mamma 'n them? "</p>
<p>Boiled custard and hushpuppies (not at the same time). Fried oyster Po’ Boys in rural Lousiana.</p>