“Things Every Southern Woman Should Know How to Make”

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Alice clicked on the headline, mildly curious about what yet another stranger thought should be in her kitchen repertoire. Pictures of China plates mounded with crispy fried chicken, greens, cobbler, and a pile of biscuits a mile high flooded the screen, all set off with a pitcher of sweet tea beaded with condensation. The table was set; an apron draped off to the side next to a box labeled “Gramma’s Recipes” in fine calligraphy. She closed the browser and put away her tablet. She was born a Georgia peach, but she couldn’t make a cobbler to save her life. Did that mean she wasn’t southern? Or maybe just not “Southern.” For Alice, there was no recipe box full of family traditions. Her younger years were filled with rental homes in different states and her father’s voice coaxing her toward a text book rather than a cookbook. Metalworking and fabrication held more interest than learning to flambé or sauté. Did it make her less of a woman that her cooking skills consisted of fresh salads
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Writing/English Homework Assignments

Here’s a few things I did as a kid that made things a little more fun.  I’m showing my nerd here!


Elementary mini-book

In fifth grade, our class was required to write a mini-book, and our teacher told us to write about spring.  I did…sort of.  I wrote about a character whose name meant spring, and the story took place during the season.  It was much more fun than writing why I liked spring, hehe.


Free-write journal entries

Some teachers give more free-write time than others.  If you have one of these, why not write a story?  My ninth grade journal was almost completely a single story.  It was actually easier to me than trying to think of a new topic every day.


Vocabulary Sentences

These things are way more fun in story form.  If you have to make up a sentence for each word anyway, then it’s not any harder to put those sentences together.  For me, it was entertaining to see what I could create around that vocabulary list, and I’m pretty sure they were fun for my teacher to read.   

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