“Things Every Southern Woman Should Know How to Make”
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...
Very true. I forget who said it at the moment, but the gist of it was that we shouldn't refer to it as Gay Marriage. It's just marriage. After all, people don't go gay grocery shopping, or gay driving, or have gay lunch. It's just grocery shopping, or driving, or lunch. When everyone starts to see it that way, it won't be news. It will just be a part of life.
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DeleteAnd if they want to get technical about word definitions, then everyone should want to be in a gay marriage. Because, after all, to be gay means to be joyful/happy!
Yes. Also, I'd MUCH rather hear about these types of stories than what ___ celebrity is doing today.
ReplyDeleteIndeed. I don't care what celeb had a donut for breakfast or smoked a joint behind the local Waffle House.
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