Cornbread and buttermilk
Being raised predominantly in the South, and with both of my parents born there, I was obviously raised on southern cooking, which is well known from coast to coast as the very best food to eat. Taking all that into consideration, it would stand to reason that I prefer southern cooking above all others.
It's not hard to get southern cooking because southern cooking has blended into the rest of the country. Hence, and how often do you hear anyone use the word “hence” anymore? It's sometimes hard to tell what kind of food you're dealing with, but there are a few odd things that Southerners eat that haven't spread to the rest of the country, and a couple of things that come to mind are sweet tea and cornbread & buttermilk
In the West, like Colorado, for instance, when you order sweet tea at a restaurant, the waitress will stare at you like you have a blue-footed booby perched on your head and inform you, none too politely, that they have regular tea and you can put some sugar in it if you want to. Well, anyone born south of the Mason-Dixon line knows that you can't get sugar to dissolve in cold tea if your life depended on it, and no matter how many bags of Dixie crystal sugar you pour into it, it will just lie in the bottom of the glass like sugar sand on the beaches of the Florida Panhandle.
Fortunately, a few national restaurant chains, such as Popeyes and sometimes McDonald's, will carry sweet tea, which is one of the reasons I tend to gravitate to those specific restaurants in the few times that I eat out, believing that one day carbonated drinks such as Coca-Cola and Pepsi will be shown to be just as bad for your health as cigarettes.
It may not seem like it, but this blog post was actually written about cornbread & buttermilk, but I spent so much time on sweet tea that there's no room left for my original reason for writing this blog post, but hopefully tomorrow, if I stay on point, the importance of cornbread and buttermilk will become apparent….. If not, just forget you ever saw this. I know I have.
Theboondork
Yesterday could best be described as cold, gray, and wet. A huge change from the desert I was in, less than a hundred miles to the South.
The locals expressed an interest in my full-timeing lifestyle.
I may not know much about trees, but I know enough not to camp anywhere near this one.