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.

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The appropriate thing to do when you are staying overnight with friends is to bring a hostess gift. It needn’t be expensive or over the top. It’s a gesture, like most manners.
A classic would be something like a homemade or local jam or jelly. But in these days where flying with any sort of liquid or gel is a hassle, the go to gift must be something that passes security.  My dear friend Richard always brings large cans of Virginia peanuts. In fact, he keeps a few boxes in the back of his car just in case. Smart thinking.
Since peanuts are Richard’s thing which I would never want to compete with, my go-to gift tends to be very good coffee. There’s some inherent risk with coffee (how to ground the beans? do they have their own grinder?), including the fact that I myself am not much of a coffee drinker. I prefer tea in the morning. But I recognize that I’m an outlier on that one.
If I fail to get a gift beforehand (insert gasps of offended Southern belles here) then it tends to be a bottle of wine. Or maybe treating the hostess to a meal. I figure that expectations on this front must have been lowered for me since I live amongst Yankees, right?
I also aim to have a small gift for the children of the host if I can. I grew up calling a small gift like this a “happy.” I recently learned from @katehable that in the Missisippi to Texas part of the South this would be called a “sussy.” Whatever you call it, I have a vivid memory of my grandmother’s friend Lorena Perry visiting us when I was a child. She brought me a happy, which was a packet of Koolaid. In retrospect, that’s an odd gift. At the time, however, I was thrilled, as my mother never let me have Koolaid. Good choice, Lorena!


photo by ppdesigns on Flickr.

The appropriate thing to do when you are staying overnight with friends is to bring a hostess gift. It needn’t be expensive or over the top. It’s a gesture, like most manners.

A classic would be something like a homemade or local jam or jelly. But in these days where flying with any sort of liquid or gel is a hassle, the go to gift must be something that passes security.  My dear friend Richard always brings large cans of Virginia peanuts. In fact, he keeps a few boxes in the back of his car just in case. Smart thinking.

Since peanuts are Richard’s thing which I would never want to compete with, my go-to gift tends to be very good coffee. There’s some inherent risk with coffee (how to ground the beans? do they have their own grinder?), including the fact that I myself am not much of a coffee drinker. I prefer tea in the morning. But I recognize that I’m an outlier on that one.

If I fail to get a gift beforehand (insert gasps of offended Southern belles here) then it tends to be a bottle of wine. Or maybe treating the hostess to a meal. I figure that expectations on this front must have been lowered for me since I live amongst Yankees, right?

I also aim to have a small gift for the children of the host if I can. I grew up calling a small gift like this a “happy.” I recently learned from @katehable that in the Missisippi to Texas part of the South this would be called a “sussy.” Whatever you call it, I have a vivid memory of my grandmother’s friend Lorena Perry visiting us when I was a child. She brought me a happy, which was a packet of Koolaid. In retrospect, that’s an odd gift. At the time, however, I was thrilled, as my mother never let me have Koolaid. Good choice, Lorena!

photo by ppdesigns on Flickr.

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