Just a Pinch of South

For those of us who grew up in the South but have moved elsewhere, we love our roots and all they have provided. There's a lot that I've come to appreciate about the South. But let's be honest, most of us don't want to go back to "full Southern." We're happy with just a pinch here and there to add flavor to the life we live now. If you are not a Southerner, perhaps you'll come to better appreciate the little gifts the American South has given and continues to give our culture. This blog is written by Elizabeth Bloodworth. Find out more about me at elizabethbloodworth.com. Photos are not mine unless specified. Email me at justapinchofsouth @ gmail dot com. I tweet at @apinchofsouth and my other tumblr is called "everythingthatdoesntfitelsewhere" which is just what it sounds like.

Race relations have a long way to go in the United States.
But we’re not in the 1960s anymore, either. That’s when this restaurant was popular in Atlanta, Georgia. I’m guessing the clientele was pretty lily white.
And what was up with Duncan Hines back then?

Race relations have a long way to go in the United States.

But we’re not in the 1960s anymore, either. That’s when this restaurant was popular in Atlanta, Georgia. I’m guessing the clientele was pretty lily white.

And what was up with Duncan Hines back then?

A new restaurant opens tonight in NYC called Birds & Bubbles.  As the name and picture above imply, it features the brilliant pairing of fried chicken and champagne. This winning combo is the brainchild of the chef and owner, Sarah Simmons, who is a Southerner sharing her gifts and talents with the New York restaurant scene.
I’m sure you can see how the confluence of things I love is almost too great to bear.
Perhaps Ms. Simmons would invite this Southerner/New Yorker the chance to get in on the fried fowl and sparkling beverages? How about if I promise to be ladylike at least through the first thigh and half a bottle of the good stuff?
In my house, the only time my mother allowed elbows on the table was when one was eating fried chicken. What is the policy at B&B?

A new restaurant opens tonight in NYC called Birds & Bubbles. As the name and picture above imply, it features the brilliant pairing of fried chicken and champagne. This winning combo is the brainchild of the chef and owner, Sarah Simmons, who is a Southerner sharing her gifts and talents with the New York restaurant scene.

I’m sure you can see how the confluence of things I love is almost too great to bear.

Perhaps Ms. Simmons would invite this Southerner/New Yorker the chance to get in on the fried fowl and sparkling beverages? How about if I promise to be ladylike at least through the first thigh and half a bottle of the good stuff?

In my house, the only time my mother allowed elbows on the table was when one was eating fried chicken. What is the policy at B&B?

Let me recommend to you the documentary Muscle Shoals (now on Netflix).
Who knew that a bunch of country boys from a tiny town in Alabama could have such a sweeping impact on funk, soul, pop, R&B, and rock music.
From Aretha to the Allman Brothers. Pretty impressive.

Let me recommend to you the documentary Muscle Shoals (now on Netflix).

Who knew that a bunch of country boys from a tiny town in Alabama could have such a sweeping impact on funk, soul, pop, R&B, and rock music.

From Aretha to the Allman Brothers. Pretty impressive.

(Source: vinylrecordgroove)

If you just so happen to be traveling down I-95 between North and South Carolina this summer and see the signs for South of the Border, you need to go. 
At least once in your life. 
It is a spectacle. It is, in many ways awful. Awful both in the negative sense and in the “full of awe” sense. 
Make a pit stop. Take some pictures. Buy a souvenir. It is 15 minutes out of your life, and totally worth it.
another great pic from:bryanreganphotography:

If you just so happen to be traveling down I-95 between North and South Carolina this summer and see the signs for South of the Border, you need to go.

At least once in your life.

It is a spectacle. It is, in many ways awful. Awful both in the negative sense and in the “full of awe” sense.

Make a pit stop. Take some pictures. Buy a souvenir. It is 15 minutes out of your life, and totally worth it.

another great pic from:bryanreganphotography: