Lately I’ve been missing Memphis. Well, I’ve been missing the South in general. Up until this moment I’ve had at least one or two Southerners around me to keep me comfortable. I’m now surrounded by a bunch of Canadians and New Yorkers, with an Australian thrown in for good measure, and I miss hearing the slow drawl of someone from the South. (Especially those Georgia girls I was hanging out with!)
I’m extremely lucky to be living in Vermont and experiencing something new. I’ve met people from all over the world while I have been here and I’ve had the opportunity to travel around the Northeast a bit, something I wasn’t even expecting. So this experience has been more than worth it. It’s been amazing. But I still miss the South, as strange as that is for me to say.
It all started when someone was explaining the “secret ingredient” to good macaroni and cheese, a tip they had learned from a Southerner. Everyone was flabbergasted to learn that Velveeta makes the best macaroni and cheese… something I simply did not even think about – that is just how you make good mac and cheese. That simple moment made me miss the secrets, the food, the slower speed, the comfort of life in Tennessee. I may never live in the South again, for all I know, but I do love it.
So I’ve been daydreaming of the past lately. Reliving memories of good food and good times. Missing mac ‘n cheese and Southern accents.
