
Looking out over the Blue Ridge Parkway snaking NE along the ridge from Waterrock Knob.
Grits. Liver mush. Fried chicken livers. Fried okra. Fried chicken. Collard greens. Black-eyed peas. Liver and onions. Pan fried pork chops. Corn bread. Biscuits. Pork BBQ with vinegar sauce. Hot cider.
Bluegrass. Sitting on the porch swing. Hounds. Pickin' guitar. Barn cats. Pickup trucks. Grandma's quilt.
Mountains. Fall colors. Dogwoods. Clear mountain streams. Peach trees. Starry nights. Just up the holler. The peaceful silence of snow covered pines.
It's amazing the trouble we relocated Southerners have to go through just to find the food — the easy stuff on the first list...
"Southern" isn't a place, it's a way of life, but it's tough to have one without the other.