The women in my family are "GRITS"... that is.. Girls Raised In The South. My sisters and I, raised by our Southern Momma and our Yankee Daddy. Yes, you read that right. My little joke I often tell is that Daddy was born a Yankee, but he got here as fast as he could. He and Momma were kids when they married, and are married to this very day.
"Going out to eat" was a special treat. Not an every day thing. We didn't drink Cokes all the time. We drank sweet iced tea. Strong enough to put hair on your chest and sweet enough to rot your teeth. Amazing stuff. Thus giving me a lifelong sugar habit.
Below: A photo of a famous Belle that I loved and admired. Dixie Carter, RIP.