Monday, November 08, 2010

Don't Ever Do Anything Nice For A Southerner

It may be hazardous to your health!

My husband (who is from New Jersey) and I (from North Carolina) have an entirely different relationship with food. For me, food is family, food is memory, food is good times. For Tom, food is that stuff you eat that prevents you from dying of nasty things like starvation and scurvy. (Which is probably the reason he can still fit in his high school jeans and I can't.) But moving on...

I come from a long line of southerners of the opinion that their most fearsome mortal enemy is the hunger pang. So when our neighbor across the street spent three nights and half of a Saturday at our house helping Tom install a new water heater (while his sick wife stayed home with their three-year-old) I knew a simple "thank you" wouldn't cut it, and I immediately turned to food.

And what says "thank you" like overnight-expressed Carolina barbeque and ribs, plus coleslaw, baked beans, sweet potato crunch, baked macaroni and cheese, squash casserole, and lemon ice box pie? (And all on the first day of snowfall in New York. Talk about timing!)

It occurred to me that in my zeal to thank him, I might just kill him. That's a recipe for a heart attack right there.

But that's what (southern) friends are for, right?

1 comment:

  1. lol! i know that feeling!

    i may have been raised up north, but i was raised southern. gratitude is all about food!


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