Although I do not have a thick accent, and I do not like county music at all, I am Southern. There are a few times when this is clearly evident. Here are some examples:
1. The laser show at Stone Mountain Park. I don’t know what happens to me, but when “The Devil Went Down to Georgia” starts up, I am slapping my knee and yee-hawing like I mean it. I know every word. Let’s not even mention the moment when the Generals take their hats off and ride off the side of the mountain and the sword breaks and the states come back together. . .it’s beautiful. If there was an Oscar category for brilliance in laser technology on gigantic pieces of granite, then the laser show would totally win.
2. The singing of hymns. I know this admission may make me unpopular, but I still love to sing them. I was raised as a Southern Baptist, and there is just something comforting about a four-verse, four-part harmony. Sometimes a hymn will sneak into a modern worship service and masquerade as a Chris Tomlin, Steve Fee, whoever is popular original, but I know the truth. And I know the alto part.
3. Fried Green Tomatoes. I admit that I did not grow up eating these. I think if most Southerners are honest, no one really ate them until after the movie. However, now that I can cook them, I feel more Southern. Most folks use cornmeal to bread them, but this is not the best way. Nor is it the tastiest. Let me share my method with you. I learned this superior recipe from Cathy Mc. First, crunch up some Ritz crackers. Sprinkle in some cayenne pepper to taste. Beat an egg. Slice the green tomato as thin as you can. Dip the slice in the egg, then the cracker crumbs, then back in the egg, then back in the cracker crumbs. Then smack it down in the pan of hot oil. Flip it when it gets brown. Enjoy.
These are just a few of the things that show my Southern-ness. Can anyone identify?