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. 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.

I celebrated my dear friend’s birthday with his family when I was down in Atlanta last week. The party was a small family affair with his siblings, parents, aunt, and grandmother in attendance.

His family is like my second family. They used to be our neighbors and I grew up hanging out at their house. His parents are also native Atlantans, members of the Driving Club, and have the other social pedigrees, but without any kind of pretension.

I brought him a bottle of Bulleit bourbon for his birthday. He opened my gift first and was still opening his other presents (shirt from H. Stockton… the usual fare) when his mother started inquiring more about the Bulleit with a sparkle in her eye. Before I knew it, she’d opened it up (without asking her son!) and poured “a taste” for herself and his grandmother. I’ve known these ladies my whole life but somehow I’d missed that bourbon is their drink of choice. They loved it. I’m not sure my friend loved that his mother and grandmother were stealing his drink…

(Source: masonjarofbourbon, via lifeofhunt)