You know your momma was deep south if
You ate okra
In Shrimp Gumbo or
Fried crisp or stewed and in soup
Or with rice
You ate grits
With butter not sugar
For breakfast with crisp crumbled bacon
Or with cheese if she was from Charleston and snooty
You ate green beans snapped in a rocker on a front porch and cooked ‘til black in Bacon grease
That she stored on the back on the top of the stove in a tin Crisco can