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.
Jun18
These are the cheese straws my friend MFG sent me today. I ate all of them.
Every. Single. One.
Lacking sweet tea, I went with a Diet Coke, which paired decently well.
I asked MFG if I could post the recipe. No was her reply.
Some family recipes gotta stay in the family. This one is tasty enough that I can’t argue with her. She’ll just have to make them for me on a regular basis.
Jan13
It amazes me when I meet moms in New York City who don’t cook. Even though there are lots of them, it doesn’t cease to confuse me. How can this be that you have offspring yet do not know how to bake a pie or put together a small dinner party for friends? What happened to you growing up? What were you doing?
It’s baffling, but true.
This is not only inexcusable in the South but well nigh impossible. I could bake cookies before I hit high school and put together a meal certainly by college. I didn’t realize there were places where this didn’t just “happen” like it did to me. I’m grateful I learned to cook, without even really trying to “learn.”
(Source: todayswanderings, via thatkindofwoman)
Aug16
My mother’s recipe for Sour Cream Pound Cake. Pound cake HAS to be Southern. Right? I was always told that it was called “pound cake” because it required “a pound of butter, a pound of flour…”
