Southern Comfort

Well, I think I successfully proved that you can take a boy out of the South, but you can't take the South out of the boy. Here's why...

Proof #1 

I was semi fussy when I woke up this morning, nothing out of the ordinary, so out of instinct I grabbed my Alabama shirt and put it on. I almost grabbed my Bama hat, but quickly realized that since I was not going to a sporting event, 2 Alabama articles of clothing might be too much. None-the-less, my Alabama shirt made me very happy today.

Proof #2

For dinner tonight I cooked BBQ ribs, baked beans, and corn on the cob. I would have made cornbread, but my oven isn't the biggest (although, thankfully bigger than most here!) and I didn't want to take the time to wait on the cornbread after everything had already cooked. The ribs were absolute perfection! I covered the corn in butter, and the baked beans were really good as well.

Proof #3 (I'm almost ashamed to admit this)

When it was time to clean up from dinner, I was in the mood to listen to music. I went straight for Rascal Flats, followed by "Sweet Home Alabama," and then that shady song "All Summer Long."

Proof #4

The sweat tea is brewing as we speak... I failed to remember to make it in time for dinner!

Proof #5

I ENJOYED EVERY SINGLE MINUTE OF IT!!!

So... when I was in high school, I'm reluctant to admit that I simply hated the state of Alabama. Turns out I was an IDIOT in high school.  I love the South. I love the smell of summer in the South. I love the roaring football-filled days in the fall of the South . I love how Christmas decorations cover yards filled with dead leaves and grass rather than snow in the winter in the South. I love the sweet smell of wild honeysuckle in the late spring in the South. I love how tonight somehow turned into an ode to the South. And I love how one day my crimson blood will flow quickly as my heart races because once again I've stepped onto Southern ground!

Only one Southern treasure would have made this day better. Care to venture a guess??