We southerners like our biscuits. We are introduced to them while we are still very young and consider them a staple in our diet for most, if not all, of our lives. It is our basic bread. Consider it covered in butter, in honey, or Heaven forbid...syrup.

Most yankees don't like biscuits. I know because my husband's family and friends look at me like I am psychotic when I offer to make them. They just don't get it. With them it's greek toast, no butter. Yuck! How can that compare to the flaky, buttery goodness of a biscuit?

Resturants up here offer them, but they are always listed at the bottom of the menu, in tiny type. I ordered some once. The biscuit was hard and the gravy was tasteless. The cooks obviously didn't have a southern mamma to introduce them to the delights of southern cooking.

My grandaddy likes his biscuits ripped up and submerged in buttermilk. Now I never got into that, but whatever floats his boat, you know? It's a biscuit, that's all that matters.

And that brings me to sweet tea.

The most frustrating thing about living up north, is that no restaurants offer sweet tea. Well, actually I found two, Famous Dave's Barbeque(out of Wisconsin) and Cracker Barrel, but the rest only offer unsweetened. It just isn't the same to take some cold unsweetened tea, add sugar that won't melt properly and try to drink it. It just isn't worth it.

So, whenever I make a trip to Alabama, I stop at the Piggly Wiggly at pick up a bunch of boxes of Red Diamond Tea and some Bama jams. It's how I keep myself from getting too homesick.

So, Yankees may not like biscuits or sweet tea, that's OK. As for me, I like the phrase, "Southern is a state of mind (author unknown)." So, if I can't go to the South, I bring the South to me. And, no, I won't even get on the subject of grits. LOL