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Bread and Milk – A Review of the South

Living in the South, we don’t get a lot of snow. In fact, life as we know it ends when there’s a chance of freezing rain. Nevermind if it actually snows. You’d think the world was ending, and Southerners lose their freakin’ minds. (I grew up in the South, but my family is from part of the US farther north than 70% of the Canadian population, so I have an idea what real snow is.)

So what happens when it snows in the South?

Schools close for days, employees are sent home from the office, and grocery stores are mobbed as people rush to buy bread and milk.

Bread and milk?

Yep, bread and milk. Nevermind that you are lactose intolerant and can’t remember the last time you made a sandwich. If it snows in the South, verily you must hie thee to yonder supermarket and make your bread and milk purchases post-haste. It’s like some kind of unwritten commandment that everyone follows. I can’t explain it. The best comparison is the migration of birds, or maybe lemmings rushing blindly off the cliff to their imminent doom.

Weather in the South is weird, and wintertime is no exception. We saw snowflakes this morning in Atlanta. Tomorrow the high will be 60F/15C. You really can’t appreciate the wardrobe concept of layers until you live in the South. It can been freezing at breakfast, but sunny and warm enough for drinks on the patio in the afternoon. We can have weeks of sunny skies, followed by days that seem best described as a monsoon. Our rain comes up from the Gulf of Mexico, so there’s some fun science stuff going on there.

So, for anyone out there who needs warming up, I thought this song was appropriate. Jules at 13 Notes just turned me onto this band. Their new album March Fires just dropped this week. I’m kinda digging it.

But, all that I’ve said about the South being weird, I’m still pretty happy living here. What they say about the hospitality is true. People here really are friendly and much more courteous than other places I’ve traveled.

I thought this song “Being Here” was appropriate too. Also, I can’t explain why because the musicality isn’t quite the same, but hearing Birds of Tokyo reminded me of The Stills. Logic Will Break Your Heart is one of my fav albums. (I’m a sucker for a rock ballad, but I’ll never tell.)

But hey, I’m always looking for new opportunities too, and they don’t have to be in The South. Maybe I could live in Shanghai again one day.

Also, I did some writing today. More about that tomorrow.

4 comments on “Bread and Milk – A Review of the South

  1. Przemek Kucia
    March 5, 2013

    Poland is like US southern state. Except the weather… and standard of living… oh, and… meh. Except it just isn’t. Well, you get the idea ;) Hospitality and courtesy are trademarks of Poland (or rather we want it to be that way).

    The strange things? Uhh… xDDD Lets say it this way – you can be elected to parliament being known atheist or gay. Even naturalized woman. You can be celebrity known for… being known. But when you want to really reform the country – nope. You can drink alcohol in the most crowded center in the city, where anybody interested enough to look could see exactly what are you drinking – if you’re in bar separated from public by nothing ;) But try and drink camouflaged beer in back alley where no one can possibly see and you will pay fine for drinking in public place. When you want to start up your business you have to pay to the state before you even see any income. And so on and so forth… ;)

  2. pishnguyen
    March 5, 2013

    Yeah, it’s supposed to snow here tomorrow. And I’ve been fighting the urge to run out and buy bread and milk all day. It’s a bizarre thing. >.O

    (My one consolation is that, likely, the grocery store is already sold out of both bread and milk, so I couldn’t get them even if I tried. This is what I’m telling myself. LOL)

  3. Sphere Me
    March 8, 2013

    How hysterical! I can so relate to the bread and milk. I, too, live in Georgia, but I am a Florida girl through and through. When a hurricane begins life in the Gulf, everyone in the entire state rushes to the store and wipes the shelves clean of, yes, bread and milk. The funny thing is that we are going to lose power and the milk will probably sour. When Hurricane Charlie was on the way, I was expecting to host 10-12 young pilots at my home for one night. OMG. What would I feed them if we lost power? I rushed to the store – to buy bread. There was none. I had an assortment of lunch meat, but could not find bread. Finally, one store had an odd assortment of breads, and I was lucky enough to get a loaf – sun-dried tomato and olive bread. Weird, but at least it was bread. My panic rush was all for naught as the pilots thought better to visit Tampa in the middle of hurricane! At least I had bread.

  4. thejode
    March 10, 2013

    Oh, this is so great. I get a kick out of how people in different places prepare for weather. I grew up on a farm near Montreal, and our habit, when we heard of impending blizzards or ice, was to fill every available container (from buckets to bathtubs!) with water, as we never knew when we would have it again! Came in handy during Ice Storm ’98 when we lost power for 23 days with a full working farm to maintain!

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Tracy Cembor attempts to juggle a preschooler and a baby, a full-time job, random geekery, and the writing life. Currently working on The Dreamless City, a steampunk urban fantasy novel. Come join the adventure.
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