Snowed In And Southern
By Ashley Oliphant
My daughter, Ashley, wrote this during a Southern snowstorm in the winter of 2017 with not an ounce of help from her mama.
Go ahead. Laugh. Southerners can't drive in the snow. They blow a gasket and cancel everything at the first hint that the white stuff could be in the forecast - not to mention the bread and milk panic that grips the land.
But pay close attention to the people who will be awfully quiet over the next few days: those who are fortunate enough to live with a Southern woman.
You see, we retreat to the kitchen as soon as the first flake falls and begin stewing and roasting and baking and baking and baking to make sure our people ride out the storm with tummies full of homemade goodness.
Go ahead and laugh. The joke's on you. We're as happy as... well, Southerners in a snowstorm."
Photo source of bread and milk unknown.
So true! Snow storms and hurricanes are why we like gas stoves. 😀
I remember a bonafide snow fall in about 1960 when I was growing up in Raleigh —there was enough snow to make a snowman. Talking about emergency milk and bread runs, my favorite memory is a story that my oldest daughter still talks about. Seems there was a harassed Mother in the Winn Dixie shouting to her daughter across the store so she wouldn’t lose her place in line: “Honey, did you get everything we need?” The confident shouted reply from the young pre-teen was “Yeah Mama! I got the Pepsi!” 😁