For the most part I think we have adjusted quite well to living in the South even though I can’t help but feel that I am still really a Mid-Westerner. Well, I did until a visit to the Chiropractor when my husband threw his back out a few months ago. Now I don’t know what we are. We were meeting the Doctor and having some pleasant chit chat when my husband mentioned to the Doctor that we noticed he was from Iowa according to his bio and that we were from the Mid-West too. “Oh really?” he said. “Where are you from. “ “Michigan!” we both said at the same time. The Doctor got the strangest look on his face and mumbled something about Michigan not really being part of the Mid-West. Oh really?! That was news to me! Is this how Iowans see Michiganders? I wonder how the Missourians or people from Indiana feel? I had always felt a kind of kinship with them. Our Chiropractor made us feel like posers. He was a fine Doctor but I think he needs to look at a map and now my sense of identity is further confused.
But the Southerness continues to seep in. I can scramble for bread, milk, and water like the best of them when the prediction for snow comes. I can fully appreciate the beauty of a magnolia wreath at Christmas time and can immediately spot the Southern Ham and pepper jelly on a buffet table. And we all love our BBQ and I catch all of us singing along a bit more to the radio when a country song is on.
And then you have our children who have pretty much grown up here in the South. Our Daughter is a Tarheel through and through and tonight she will be a attending a Debutante Ball as the guest of her best friend and room mate. It is going to be quite the formal affair. A conservative and very formal dress was required. I can’t wait to see the pictures and hear all about it. And our son who has always been a Chick Fil A man, has decided that Biscuitville is his new favorite fast food breakfast of choice.
A Debutante Ball and Biscuitville all in the same month. Not a bad thing. It’s just a bit much to process. So you see as I said, the Southerness continues to seep in and I am okay with it. But, I don’t care what any one says, I will never be convinced that Pimento Cheese is a good idea. :)