SOUTHERN FOOD

You can take a southerner out of the south, but you can’t take the south out of the southerner!  I just spent four days in Charlotte visiting with my children and all of my bad southern habits blossomed.

I’m not sure if I would still be alive had I stayed in the south.  Day One started with a seafood Po Boy.  For those of you who haven’t had the pleasure of eating a Po Boy, it’s fried oysters, fried crawfish, fried shrimp and fried sausage, all on a bun slathered in Cajun mayo.  In other words, it’s a heart attack on a bun.  Did I mention that it’s served with fried hush puppies and collards?  

That was one of the healthiest of meals. Dinner on Night One was Southern Fried Chicken doused in peppered honey and more collards followed by chocolate cream pie.

I won’t bore you with the rest of the details.  Suffice it to say that I slid downhill from there into a vat of grease and collards (cooked in bacon fat).  In a previous article, I asked, “Why does bad food have to taste so good?”   I’m still looking for the answer.  After an unbelievably great trip, I have a new question.  Why didn’t I become a cardiologist and practice in Charlotte?  I bet business is good and I would be rich!

Renee, where’s my Crestor and when are we going back?

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