Deep South

September 1, 2019


The Drive-In, they are mostly gone now, but not forgotten. My parents often went, mostly to get a night away from the kids.

One summer while I was in college, I had a job at the local A&W Drive-In. At the time it was quite unique. We delivered trays of Root Beer floats and Fries while wearing roller skates.  Talk about a balancing act! I’m happy to report I never spilled a drop. I haven’t had a Root Beer float in quite sometime. I think it’s time to stock up on some Root Beer and vanilla ice cream. It sure would be refreshing on a hot summer afternoon.


At twelve years of age I was a Yankee girl experiencing by first foray into the deep south. The first words I learned were, “Hey, y’all!”  Or ‘Come-on y’all. Now, many years later, it has stayed with me. As any northerner knows, upon experiencing ‘grits’ for the first time, it’s an awkward culinary experience. Since then, I’ve learned to enjoy grits and have moved on to cheese grits. Now about oysters. A true southerner will eat them right from the shell. It’s a slippery process, but once you get the hang of it and past your gag reflex, they go down easy. I tend to want them with cocktail sauce and crackers. Yum!

Southerners know how to fry just about everything, and they do.

Fried corn bread, fried fish, fried hush puppies ( a true delicacy).  Oh, did I mention deep fat? Yes, everything is fried in deep fat.  My grandmother kept a coffee can filled to the brim with bacon drippings. Surprisingly enough, everything does taste better with bacon drippings. Yes, even in cake batter.  Grandma Hall lived to healthy ripe old age of 98.