Confessions of a Girl Raised In The South.

I am a girl raised in the south, but I can hardly say that I'm a GRITS.

First of all, I don't really like grits. Or sweet tea. I didn't taste pimento cheese until I was 30. 

I do call all soft drinks "cokes," and I sure do like my Chick-fil-A waffle fries and lemonade, but I don't know the Waffle House slogan. 

I'm picky about my peaches and fried pickles, but I don't know anything about a fried green tomato. I own a cast-iron skillet, but I don't know how to use it.

I say y'all (mostly because I think it's much more efficient than "you all), I'm polite, and I wave to my neighbors. But I didn't grow up saying "yes ma'am" and "no sir" unless I was at my neighbor's house. 

I don't listen to country music, I don't swoon when a pick-up truck rolls by, I had to google seersucker and smocked, I don't care for monograms, I don't own anything with the outline of my home state drawn on it, and (here's my biggest confession) I can't name more than two SEC football teams.


Nevertheless, I was born and raised here, and now I'm raising my son here. I'll be interested to see what bits of Southern culture make their way into our home in the years to come. 

Here's a start-- I've got a biscuit recipe. One I'm pretty proud of. It's decently easy, definitely delicious, and it's freezable. Which means if I can get my hands on some good jam and learn how to make sweet tea, I'm ready to host anybody who knocks on my door.

Now that's Southern.

Barcelona Day 1

Barcelona Day 1

Spring might finally have arrived in New Haven! And I feel about as busy as the birds have been the past few mornings. We have a little over one month left in our first year at Yale SOM and I'm certain it's going to fly by. As I mentioned last week, there's a lot of work and seriousness filling my time lately; what I want is a light-hearted space to document all of the fun we're having, too. So for the next several weeks, I'll be posting often with photographs and short notes about what we're up to as we wrap up our first school year at Yale. 

To start, some of our favorite places in Barcelona. We traveled there for five days before Amar continued on a school trip to Serbia and Croatia. (You might have already seen a few of our favorite pictures here and here.)

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