The food in the South is as important as food anywhere because it defines a person's culture.
Fannie FlaggThere are no ideas in the South, just barbecue.
Pat ConroySnow flurries began to fall and they swirled around people's legs like house cats. It was magical, this snow globe world.
Sarah Addison AllenTag: magic winter southern snow the-south
The area was encompassed in a bubble of warm, fragrant steam from the funnel cake deep fryers. It smelled like sweet vanilla cake batter you licked off a spoon.
Sarah Addison AllenTag: southern cake the-south festival carnival
She went to the window. A fine sheen of sugary frost covered everything in sight, and white smoke rose from chimneys in the valley below the resort town. The window opened to a rush of sharp early November air that would have the town in a flurry of activity, anticipating the tourists the colder weather always brought to the high mountains of North Carolina.
She stuck her head out and took a deep breath. If she could eat the cold air, she would. She thought cold snaps were like cookies, like gingersnaps. In her mind they were made with white chocolate chunks and had a cool, brittle vanilla frosting. They melted like snow in her mouth, turning creamy and warm.
Tag: magic winter southern snow north-carolina cookies the-south
You learn to forgive (the South) for its narrow mind and growing pains because it has a huge heart. You forgive the stifling summers because the spring is lush and pastel sprinkled, because winter is merciful and brief, because corn bread and sweet tea and fried chicken are every bit as vital to a Sunday as getting dressed up for church, and because any southerner worth their salt says please and thank you. It's soft air and summer vines, pine woods and fat homegrown tomatoes. It's pulling the fruit right off a peach tree and letting the juice run down your chin. It's a closeted and profound appreciation for our neighbors in Alabama who bear the brunt of the Bubba jokes. The South gets in your blood and nose and skin bone-deep. I am less a part of the South than it is part of me. It's a romantic notion, being overcome by geography. But we are all a little starry-eyed down here. We're Rhett Butler and Scarlett O'Hara and Rosa Parks all at once.
Amanda Kyle WilliamsTag: the-south the-stranger-you-seek
Raw Living: Picking blackberries, beneath late afternoon sun; a sunset reminiscent of watermelon sangria, as the scent of honeysuckle accosts me and the ducks waddle into the lake. Thanking Mama Nature for her abundance. Loving this candied-sweet southern life.
Brandi L. BatesTag: life vegan vegetarian life-lessons sunsets the-south southern-fiction raw-foods
I'd never heard of a holy man named after a llama. I'd never heard of a great, gaping vagina. And I didn't know a thing about the black boomerang of karma. all I knew for sure was this: I had been plunked into a strange, perfumed world that, as far as I could tell, seemed to be run entirely by women.
Beth HoffmanTag: the-south
Sing me a love song in a slow, southern drawl to the tune of sunny days...
Kellie ElmoreTag: love relationships southern kisses quotes cute country the-south
Puttin’ on a cowboy hat
Kellie ElmoreTag: life love southern tennessee country country-life small-town cowboys cinderella southerners the-south cowgirls
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