Tales from a misguided Southern belle - what on earth is she talking about? Is she a lady of the evening? A redneck, Pabst-swigging, Nascar-loving, big-haired mall chick?
Nah, nothing quite that interesting. I picked the title because I thought it fit. I'm from an old Southern family, raised by a very proper Southern mother, but I never quite got it.
I'm a southern belle in that I love me some tea (sweet, of course), fried summer squash tops my list of favorite food, and bluegrass music drifting through the air on a summer's eve is heaven. I still flinch when ladies at work (myself included) wear open-toed shoes or sleeveless tops. Men should open doors for ladies and a home isn't complete without some vegetables growing in the backyard, hopefully enough for canning later.
But misguided in that I'm not all that ladylike. I hate skirts and dresses. I love jeans and Birkenstocks. Makeup and fussy hair is just too much trouble. I don't keep a very tidy house, nor do I cook very much. And I must confess that although I like the thought of canning, I don't actually know how.
But I think I represent what a lot of modern Southerns are. Conservative on some issues, liberal on others. Christian, but not right-wing zealot. Educated but still use "ya'll" too much.
So look to this space to be an eclectic mix of memories, political rants, TV and movie reviews, and maybe just a few recipes. Just because I don't cook much doesn't mean I can't.
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