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Daily Archives: December 16th, 2008

grits

Who doesn’t just loooooove GRITS? And by GRITS I mean Girls Raised In The South. I don’t know how the readers will feel about this. It seems as though everyone I’ve come in contact with via the ‘Net is a Yankee. Including my dear sweet co-blogger, Ms. Ladebelle.

I love and embrace my southerness. As such, I will open with a scene from one of my favorite (yea* I said it) Southern movies, with one of my favorite GRITS and my girl-crush, Lauren London. Fast forward to about 1:15 to see what I’m talkin’ about.

OK So Lauren London’s not really a southern girl, but she played the hell out of one. So I guess my representative for this is actually “New New”. I just wanted to show that clip anyways.

I love being a Southern girl. I can pretty much get away with anything. I can say “y’all” and “fixin’ to” and people will still know that I’m highly educated and when need be the “Becky” in me can come out. By the way, those are both words that I probably say more than 50 times a day. Maybe an hour. Sometimes my southern drawl will come out and from what I’ve been told it’s pretty sexy.

Also, being a southern girl, I’m given an automatic pass for da ass. While I may not look like her:

Definitely a southern girl.

Definitely a southern girl.

I do have a little something going on back there. And here in the south, being a size 1 is NOT considered sexy. So I’m allowed to eat some cornbread, and neckbones, and drink Peach Drank (emphasis on the Drank) from American Deli. Matter of fact, this is highly encouraged. Our southern men like their girls thick. And for that, I am very appreciative. But that leads me to my next point.

I love being a southern girl because I cook like a southern girl. Don’t get it twisted, I’m not trying to die young, but I can throw down. It’s not just about what you cook, but it’s about how southern girls were raised in the kitchen. (I’m sure you Naw’therna’s may have had some time in there too) We were raised makin’ greens, baked macaroni and cheese, cornbread dressing from scratch, sweet tea (the REAL sweet tea), Freshly Squeezed lemonade in the summer, etc. While I can tear up the kitchen on some soul food, I’m also not trying to have high cholesterol or diabetes so I have turned my love for cooking into a love for healthy cooking. Better ask about me. Ooooh and we love to Barbecue! It makes me sad to be around Northerners who don’t know what a hush puppy is, or have never had okra.

We also love us some traditions. Black-eyed peas, Greens, and cornbread and chicken for New Years, for good luck, money, and a good year. When speaking about someone who has passed away we must always say “God Bless Their Soul”. And considering the states that we live in are more warm weather states, we love to show some skin. I grew up on the beach in Florida and this southern girl loves to water ski, go canoeing, watch football with the boys, and I generally just love being outside. Summers in the south are sites to behold as the above video has shown. Pool parties, Barbecues and sexy bodies. And don’t forget. We love to party. We grew up on Uncle Luke, 95 South, and all kinds of complete f*ckery called booty music that leads to us learning how to “drop is like it’s hot” at the age of 6.

Things are just different down here. I went to Chicago recently, and was surprised to see that most of my competition just didn’t match up. Here in ATL just walking down the street makes you want to hit up the gym, hit up the mall, or hit up the salon. These southern girls are always tight. I went to Chicago and was just utterly disappointed. At the same time, I was extremely happy, because that means my chances at finding Mr. JG* while in school are probably that much higher. And I hear them Northern Boys love a right and proper Southern Girl. Well I’m that girl!

Now, historically the South=Bad and the North=Good. Or so they say, read ya history! Despite the fact that at any point while driving through ATL I may see a plantation house or two, the South will always have my heart. While I’m making the move up North next year, I’ll always have my Southern Hospitality at my side. That and some SODA, Pork Rinds (well, I don’t eat pork anymore. They’ll be there for basic comfort), and some hot sauce.

If you ever want a real recipe for some good food, let me know. If you ever want to know what kinds of Kool-Aid mix together real well, let me know. If you, too, wish to work on your Southern Vocab, let me know.

Let’s all come together and celebrate the greatness that is G.R.I.T.S.

Y’all come back now, ya hea’?

JG*