Sunday, February 18, 2007

Southern traditions




It must be Sunday in the South, chicken is frying and NASCAR is on television.


Sunday dinner - (aka lunch) We once invited some Yankee friends over for Sunday dinner. They didn't show up or even call, until about 6 p.m. when they came strolling in like nothing was the matter. (Note to self - be specific about the time when inviting non-Southerners to dinner).

Our kids still can't believe we watch NASCAR. Admittedly, we were never interested in it until given an opportunity (definition: free tickets) to see a race up close and in person back in 2001.

Yesterday was the Daytona 500 - the Superbowl of NASCAR. Like the Superbowl, the race-themed commercials were as entertaining as the race. The weather was perfect in sunny Florida. From the initial boogity-boogity-boogity to the final photo finish, and all the firey crashes in between, the fans at the race got their money's worth this year.

Working one of the wreckers to clean up after crashes was our own local towing specialist - Max Frady, of Clark's Towing (we don't charge an arm and a leg - we just want your tows).

It was nice to sit around the dinner table with kids and grandkids and guest Grandma Pam, just visiting and catching up. It is still hard to believe that Buddy and I are the oldest generation in this family. So many Sunday dinners were spent next door at his mom's house, with her famous fried chicken and all the fixins.

I was thinking of my mother-in-law on Saturday, and when I turned the calendar over on Sunday morning, I realized it was her birthday. If you are up there watching, Inez, know that I am still trying to get your chicken recipe just right, and we are carrying on the Southern traditions.

~photo API-Jonathan Ferrey/Getty Images

4 comments:

Motherkitty said...

Happy belated birthday to Buddy's mom Inez. Yes, I'm sure she's sitting up there enjoying herself and watching you as you try to duplicate her "famous" recipe. I'm sure it was wonderful. I haven't fried chicken in years, not because we don't like it, but it doesn't like our waistlines.

I'll tell you, though. If you had invited husband and I to Sunday dinner, we would have been there at 10 a.m. to help fix the food. No Sunday "snack" for us at night. Yes, you have to be specific for us Yankees. But, I've lived down south long enough to know the difference between dinner (served at lunchtime) and supper (served at night). See, I've learned something besides how to say y'all. I even know how to make biscuits and gravy.

Motherkitty said...

Forgot. Yes, husband watched NASCAR yesterday and I'm sure enjoyed every thrilling moment of it. As for me, give me a good movie any old time, y'all. This Yankee has to draw the line somewhere.

liz said...

We watch NASCAR too, and enjoyed Sunday's race. But, have never gotten into the Sunday dinner thing, we have a big meal in the evening.
Back home in the north, my Yankee mother ALWAYS served Sunday dinner a couple hours after church and we had a snack at night. My brother, still up north, is a big NASCAR fan, too, it's a big deal to upstate New Yorkers (where the Bodines and other drivers come from).
So we all have a lot more in common than some might think.

Kerri said...

I enjoyed reading the post about your MIL. It's a really lovely tribute. Sounds like she was a wonderful person, and well-loved by her family.
We're not big NASCAR fans, but my hubby likes to watch the occasional race.
The fried chicken sounds good. We'd know to show up at noon :)