If you are easily offended, then you probably should stop reading my blog……if not, then here is a little funny.
A Cowboy walks up to this Indian and says, “Indian, can I talk to your horse?” Indian says, “Horse no talk.” Cowboy looks at the horse and says, “Horse, is Indian treating you good?” The horse looks over at the Cowboy and says, “Yea, Indian is treating me good. He feeds me oats, he washes me down from time to time and occasionally he combs my mane. All and all, life is good.”
Being an Okie, one could argue that I am not a true Southerner and for that matter, I would have a hard time disagreeing. Southern or not, I do love southern cooking and have had the pleasure of traveling throughout the South sampling some truly exceptional cuisine.
When I was young, our family often made our way down to the Mississippi Delta region to visit some lifelong family friends. Like all good southern families, these friends had grown up in the region for many generations and rarely had a reason to venture outside the bubble. As a result of their sedentary lifestyles, the Delta has developed into a truly unique region, steep in tradition and good ole southern hospitality. In the eyes of Delta folk, “slow and easy wins the race”.