Someone tweeted something yesterday, and I haven’t stopped thinking about it since.

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Southerners are really good at food. It is a fact of life. Some of us can really cook it. Some of us can really eat it.

The real gems can do both.

They usually have restaurants with names like “Big Daddy’s BBQ.”

Food is a way of life here, and it’s important.

I’m not sure if I have the words to tell you just how important food is to Southern people so I’ll just present a fact from my life as evidence.

Mama once made me a meatloaf cake with mashed-potato icing for my birthday. I kid you not.

I had a hard time with what to write for today’s WordPress Discover prompt, which is dish.

I think I’ll try to write a poem, because I’m running out of time.

Maybe I can make it rhyme.

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I went to watch a play Saturday night.

It was the first time I attended a live play put on by professional actors since a school field trip to the Alabama Shakespeare Festival.

The trip I took to Montgomery with the rest of the ninth-grade class is a pleasant memory except for one thing.

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My phone was going crazy, and it wouldn’t stop. The screen showed a flash flood alert, but I dismissed it and glanced up at a small sliver of road through a rain-soaked windshield.

I was on my way to Georgiana, on a trip to see the museum inside Hank Williams’ boyhood home. (more…)