Happy New Year and pass the innards, please.

Y’all know I’m about as Southern as they come. And those of us reared below (way below) the Mason-Dixon Line are defined by many aspects of our culture, chief amongst them being our traditional foods. But one thing that I have never been able to stomach, literally or figuratively, is the idea of eating innards….

The dead horse of Christmas

Y’all, I told myself I wouldn’t do it. I just swore I would not kick the dead horse of Christmas parodies, but I just can’t resist it. So here it goes (sing with me now!): On the twelfth day of Christmas the Deep South gave to me… 12 Half-shell oysters 11 Rs a-dropping 10 Quarts…

Oh, fudge!

Granny made fudge every year at Christmas – the real kind from the back of the Hershey’s Cocoa box. The kind that requires you intuit such things as when you achieve “soft ball stage.” The kind that requires you to beat it by hand with a wooden spoon until it yields in unglossy submission. The…