SOUTHERN FRIED
Yes, I am a Southern Fried Lady. Born in the South, been here my whole life and would have it no other way.
What does it mean to be a southern lady? To me it is absolutely not calling the Lord’s name in vain, (I do not even like to hear people say gosh or golly) no profanity, no yelling or screaming unless you are playing a game. It really unnerves me to hear someone holler at their children.
Oh and please remember your manners—–almost a thing of the past, even here in the south. When I was young, if someone was old enough to be your parent (18-20 years older) you always addressed them as Mr. or Mrs. If the person was a relative then you used the term Aunt, Uncle or Cousin. I did not particularly care for the term Cousin, so my DD has more Aunts and Uncles than the chicken coop has chickens. Also mam and sir seem to be fading away. I still like to hear yes mam or sir and no mam or sir, thank you and please.
Also goooooood food: southern fried chicken, fried okra or steamed okra, warm potato salad, piping hot biscuits with butter or syrup. In the summer tomato sandwiches with mayo or fried green tomatoes, stewed down squash with onions, baked sweet potatoes with butter. The list could go on and on but I will stop here. Are your taste buds telling your stomach it is time to eat just from the thoughts of this good food??
[...] Nellie Martin presents SOUTHERN FRIED posted at grandi13.com blending a manners lesson with a menu that will make the table groan from pleasure. [...]
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Well Ma’am, I am not Southern–other end of the Country–but you made me want to be! I hope that in the next “Carnival” you share a recipe for every one of those dishes you mentioned above! Especially the stewed down squash with onions! I must apologize–I don’t even know what Okra looks like! Great post!!
Comment by Robyn — January 19, 2007 @ 1:21 am
I wasn’t raised here in the south, but you’re right, manners are a thing of the past and I hate to say it, but most of the older generation where I live now, is partly to blame for that.
I have tried so hard to teach my sons’ manners, like please and thank you, sir, ma’am, excuse me, ladies first etc, are completely not done by the older people.
They say nothing at all to us when the need to get by, hey shove us out of the way. No excuse me please, just a push or the squeeze through.
it’s a shame really. But I will keep teaching my sons’ those things anyway in hopes that manners make a great comeback someday.
Comment by kat — January 19, 2007 @ 1:49 am
Oahu is heavily populated with military. I’m often assuemd to be one of them simply because I “Yes, sir” and “Yes, ma’am” one and all, as if one only does that because of boot camp indoctrination. Little do they know!
Wonderful post ma’am, and I thank you for it! Sorry I haven’t been around lately. I’ve suddenly got so many links that I need to spend the weekend setting up some kind of schedule so I can get to them all at least every few days!
Comment by skeet — January 19, 2007 @ 2:28 am
Thanks Mama! Great post
Comment by Cass — January 19, 2007 @ 6:54 pm
Oh for the love of those days. Great post!
Comment by Suni — January 19, 2007 @ 9:07 pm
Great post, Miss Nellie!
Comment by Ann — January 20, 2007 @ 3:50 am
Now you’ve done it…I’m hungry for a tomato sandwich…don’t forget the fried catfish and hush puppies.
Comment by Donna — January 21, 2007 @ 2:34 am