dear holly and all mountain music lovers, i love heritage no matter who's it is and your southern description has my mouth watering. you certainly don't need foy gras, truffles or caviar. whatever you have that is home grown, canned, cleaned, cooked and hand made is the finest of the fine in dining or anything else. i live in pa and have met many people, black and white from the south, and i've heard it said that a southerner will always be polite and gracious even if it kills them.
>From: "Holly Parker" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> >Reply-To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] >To: "Wendy Jennings" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>, "Sylvia Donithan" ><[EMAIL PROTECTED]>, "Stuart Turner" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>, > "Stan Pickett" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>, "Sherri Dowell" ><[EMAIL PROTECTED]>, "Sheila Goodson" ><[EMAIL PROTECTED]>, "Sandy Snow" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>, > "Ross McDowell" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>, "Ron Houk" ><[EMAIL PROTECTED]>, "Ralph Stanley" ><[EMAIL PROTECTED]>, "Karen Holden" ><[EMAIL PROTECTED]>, "Gretchen Parker" ><[EMAIL PROTECTED]>, "Gary Bourne" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>, >"Felisha Gainey" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>, "Donna McDowell" ><[EMAIL PROTECTED]>, "Donna Greene" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>, >"Debbie Davis" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>, "Dan Sullivan" ><[EMAIL PROTECTED]>, "Angela Ayers" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> >Subject: BG: FW: Heritage >Date: Thu, 25 Apr 2002 09:02:00 -0400 > > > > >FOR ALL OF US WHO LOVE OUR HERITAGE! > > > > Robert St. John, executive chef and owner of the Purple Parrot Cafe, > Crescent City Grill and Mahogany Bar of Hattiesburg, MS wrote this. > > Thirty years ago I visited my first cousin in Virginia. While > hanging out with his friend, the discussion turned to popular > movies of the day. > > When I offered my two-cents on the authenticity and social > relevance of the movie Billy Jack, one of the boys asked, in all > seriousness; "Do you guys have movie theaters down there?" > > To which I replied, "Yep. We wear shoes too." > > Just three years ago, my wife and I were attending a food and wine > seminar in Aspen, Colo. We were seated with two couples from Las > Vegas. One of the Glitter Gulch gals was amused and downright rude > when I described our restaurant as a fine-dining restaurant. > > "Mississippi doesn't have fine-dining restaurants!" she demanded > and nudged her companion. > > I fought back the strong desire to mention that she lived in the > land that invented the 99-cent breakfast buffet. > > I wanted badly to defend my state and my restaurant with a 15-minute > soliloquy and public relations rant that would surely change her > mind. It was at that precise moment that I was hit with a blinding > jolt of enlightenment, and in a moment of complete and absolute > clarity it dawned on me -- my South is the best-kept secret in the > country. Why would I try to win this woman over? She might move > down here. > > I am always amused by Hollywood's interpretation of the South. We > are still, on occasion, depicted as a collective group of sweaty, > stupid, backwards-minded and racist rednecks. The south of movies > and TV, the Hollywood south, is not my south. > > This is my south: > > My south is full of honest, hardworking people. My south is the > birthplace of blues and jazz, and rock n' roll. It has banjo > pickers and fiddle players, but it also has B.B. King, Muddy > Waters, the Allman Brothers, Emmylou Harris and Elvis. > > My South is hot. My South smells of newly mowed grass. My South was > the South of The Partridge Family, Hawaii 5-0 and kick the can. > > My South was creek swimming, cane-pole fishing and bird hunting. > > In my South, football is king. > > My South is home to the most beautiful women on the planet. > > In my South, soul food and country cooking are the same thing. > > My South is full of fig preserves, cornbread, butter beans, fried > chicken, grits and catfish. In my South we eat fois gras, caviar > and truffles. > > In my South, our transistor radios introduced us to the Beatles and > the Rolling Stones at the same time they were introduced to the > rest of the country. > > In my South, grandmothers cook a big lunch every Sunday. > > In my South, family matters, deeply. > > My South is boiled shrimp, blackberry cobbler, peach ice cream, > banana pudding and oatmeal cream pies. > > In my South people put peanuts in bottles of Coca Cola and hot > sauce on almost everything. > > In my South the tea is iced and almost as sweet as the women. > > My South has air-conditioning. > > My South is camellias, azaleas, wisteria and hydrangeas. > > In my South, the only person that has to sit on the back of the bus > is the last person that got on the bus. > > In my South, people still say, "yes, ma'am," "no ma'am," "please" > and "thank you." > > In my South, we all wear shoes.... most of the time. > > My South is the best-kept secret in the country. Please continue to > keep the secret.... it keeps the idiots away. > > > > > > > >Bluegrass Bulletin Board brought to you by the fan club of >Dr Ralph Stanley & His Clinch Mountain Boys >subscribe or unsubscribe at http://drralphstanley.com/ _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. Bluegrass Bulletin Board brought to you by the fan club of Dr Ralph Stanley & His Clinch Mountain Boys subscribe or unsubscribe at http://drralphstanley.com/
