They’re not the same chain, and you’ll find that people are more loyal to one over the other. My husband, who was born and raised here in Mississippi, swears Krystal is the best. But I, as a White Castle lover, know better. The closest White Castle to here is Nashville: and I have to stop every time we go through.
I have lived in Cincinnati and Indianapolis, and I find them both to be much the same as Kentucky. Sadly, I did not have the same friendly experiences in Kentucky: it’s strange to have people look at you funny when you say hi out of the blue.
The True South- ALA-GA-TN-MS- SC -VA-Southern KY. Florida has never been considered part of "The South"
Sorry Arkasawneeyans-We’ve never really considered you as “Southerners”…even if you do talk funny…in fact, we think you way over do it.
Ohio? Southern? Haha Don’t even get me started about that.
Indiana wants to be, but aint.
Parents: Both parents and grandparents…Southern- Great Grandmother listed on The Trail of Tears/Cherokee.
Family: The nutty ones? We bring’em out and show’em off for company.
Music: Some Blues, mostly country.
Artist/Writers: Lewis Grizzard… I still miss him…
and…There’ll never be another Jerry Clower…
Relatives: Great Uncle- Confederate/Corporal- Lots of war info on him. *It takes FOREVER to get a headstone for these folks.
Food: Anything and everything Southern… Fried Okra is a gift from God. It HAS to be fried with corn meal people… listentome… corn meal…NOT FLOUR…
Sugar in “cornbread” ain’t cornbread… It’s crunchy cake…beeeecchhh. Ought to be illegal to call it cornbread.
BACON GREASE: “It’s a GOOD THING”…
I will admit that in interest of expedience I sometimes cook instant grits. Living alone it’s just not worth boiling and simmering them for one person.
However, I look upon instant grits something like Arabs look upon translations of the Quran: a commentary, but not the real thing.
Does anyone like yellow grits? I can’t swear there’s any actual taste difference, but that’s what my grandmother always made, and I buy them when I can find them.
LOL. The one time I made biscuits and gravy for my Yankee ex, he took one look at it and said, “I’m not eating that. It looks like semen.”
The discussion of the Confederate and Union soldiers from TN reminds me of my great-great-great-grandfather, a Confederate soldier from Franklin co. TN (a county so secessionist it threatened to secede from Tennessee and join Alabama if Tennessee didn’t secede from the Union; bizarrely, nearby Winston co. AL was so pro-Union *it *threatened to secede from Alabama!). He went AWOL in 1864, I think, and came home to find his town had been run over by the Union army and his uncle and his brother had been murdered by bushwhackers (pro-Union vigilantes). His son, my great-great-grandfather, related an incident that took place soon after his father returned home when he was only six or seven years old. He was helping his father chop some wood, and by accident his father chopped his finger off. All that and his mother died aged only twenty-five; this must’ve been an unbelievably traumatic time for this family.
I accomplish the rare feat of being descended from seven Confederate soldiers who not only never rose to a rank higher than private, but all survived the war! One, Benjamin Franklin Henderson, survived until 1926. One died in 1918 and another in 1919, possible victims of the Spanish Flu epidemic, but hey, they were both old so who can tell.
So please excuse my ignorance…and if this has already been addressed, I apologize, I just didn’t feel like reading through the entire thread (yes, I’m lazy).
Anyway, I noticed there was a distinct cut-off when talking about which states constitute the “South.” Especially when discussing Florida. Coming from NYC, and only being in Florida for about three years, I kinda was under the impression that I had moved to “the South.”
If the cut off is at the Panhandle, what about the rest of the state? Not the South? Too many Northern transplants to even count as the South? How do you guys make the distinction?
Try telling that to the crackers, swamp rats, and ****-kickers who live there.
Of course it’s part of the South.
Hell, I was born there, and lived there many years of my adult life, and have family and friends all over the state. And you’ll be hard pressed to find anyone with a longer Southern pedigree than mine.
Just because a dog has fleas doesn’t mean it’s not a dog.
No, the cutoff is not at the Panhandle. That’s become the mythology of many Southerners from other states who don’t know what they’re talking about.
Just try taking a drive around the backroads of the north and south central regions and tell me how many snowbirds you run into. Or for that matter, the less prestigous areas of the coasts.
And the area of the panhandle where I was born, which used to be nothing but crackers and military, now has resorts on it.
Here’s the secret to figuring out Florida. When enough of y’all have moved into an area so that you don’t feel unwelcome anymore, it’s no longer part of the traditional South.
The closest White Castle to here is Nashville: and I have to stop every time we go through.
