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. 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.

Jan5

My grandmother’s drink was a gin and tonic. I used to get to make them for her, which is where I developed my taste for what she called “quinine.” My mother, my grandmother, and I took a road trip from Atlanta up the East coast all the way to New Hampshire when I was in 3rd grade. We spent the night at a very nice hotel in the middle of Washington DC. The next afternoon we went to the rooftop bar to see the view and have a drink. I was about 8. My mother and grandmother ordered G and T’s. And I got a tonic water. It would be a better story if they had made mine with gin, but they didn’t. However, our neighbors at the next table thought I was drinking alcohol, and shot us very shocked/judgmental looks. My grandmother laughed.

My grandmother’s drink was a gin and tonic. I used to get to make them for her, which is where I developed my taste for what she called “quinine.”

My mother, my grandmother, and I took a road trip from Atlanta up the East coast all the way to New Hampshire when I was in 3rd grade. We spent the night at a very nice hotel in the middle of Washington DC. The next afternoon we went to the rooftop bar to see the view and have a drink. I was about 8. My mother and grandmother ordered G and T’s. And I got a tonic water.

It would be a better story if they had made mine with gin, but they didn’t. However, our neighbors at the next table thought I was drinking alcohol, and shot us very shocked/judgmental looks. My grandmother laughed.

(Source: hmdynasty, via theportablefaulkner)

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