Along with what Hernyaz said about people waving at strangers, I can remember seeing farmer types approaching in a pickup. Sometimes they wouldn’t take a hand off the steering wheel to wave, they’d just raise their pointer finger to acknowledge you.

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All the vegetables are cooked with some pork parts and usually over done mighty tasty.

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This thread truly does make me miss living in the South ('Bama boy)......but I don't miss the humidity!!

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This thread truly does make me miss living in the South ('Bama boy)......but I don't miss the humidity!!

Well, come on back. We’ll treat you so many ways, you’ll have to like one of them.

I have thought about it many times, but my lungs(asthma and COPD) just won't tolerate the high humidity anymore. My heart will ALWAYS be in the South!!

When you understand that 3-4 weeks of the year everything outside will be yellow and there is absolutely no point trying to fight it.

I love watching the northern transplants trying in vain to keep their cars clean during pollen season.

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When you understand that 3-4 weeks of the year everything outside will be yellow and there is absolutely no point trying to fight it.

I love watching the northern transplants trying in vain to keep their cars clean during pollen season.

Yep. I lived 4 years in Sumter, SC and the pine pollen was an inch deep on my patio.

flashguy

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When men open doors for women, people say ma’am and sir, and there is malt vinegar on the table at the local burger joint.

And there are mosquitoes big enough to haul off a cat!

Yessir!

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People wave at strangers passing on the roads in rural areas.

Yep. Not a southern trait, a rural American trait. I’ll admit though that my experience is people in pickup trucks. If people in the South acknowledge others in passenger cars, I’ll gladly stand corrected and look forward to my next trip down south.

The buzzard mob has the contract for cleaning up road kill.

Up north, its the crow families.

Every other rural road is named after a Church.
When the waitress' all call you hun, darlin or sugar.
When directions are up yonder, down yonder or over yonder.

When the waitress asks if you want your tails when you order mullet on Fridays.

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When the waitress asks if you want your tails when you order mullet on Fridays.

That must be a Florida thing .In Louisiana we use Mullet as bait to catch the good stuff .

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When the waitress asks if you want your tails when you order mullet on Fridays.

That must be a Florida thing .In Louisiana we use Mullet as bait to catch the good stuff .

One of the few places where mullet is good. Most mullet stay in a muddy bottom. Ours have a clean white sandy bottom. It makes a huge difference. We used to eat a lot of mullet roe. That’s kind of gone away except for a few places like Chet’s.

True story... getting directions to someone's house once...

"take the first left past the dead possum in the road"

Yup, it was there and I found his house.

Hot Grits with a pad of butter. I miss the side Grits with breakfast.

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Hot Grits with a pad of butter. I miss the side Grits with breakfast.

Grits? THEY.SUCK.BIG.TIME! That's coming from a Yankee that likes Rebels

I don't like grits or hominy, but I am fond of a great many Southern dishes: collard greens, pan-fried chicken, country-fried round steak, biscuits, salt-cured ham, green beans flavored with pork, navy beans with cayenne pepper, molasses and butter on hot biscuits--I could go on.

flashguy

Driving off-interstate, coming through a small two-station town one morning, the counter woman seemed shocked when I asked for two of their freshly-made sausage biscuits. Just two? Seems they were famous for their sausage; most workingmen bought enough for lunch and beyond.

Any more fresh, it would have tried to bite back.

Worth mentioning again: women addressing you as "hon," (or honey), "sweetie," "darlin,'" etc. I found it a little odd (not off-putting or offensive, just different) at first, but it has grown on me. People are friendlier in general.