The True Southern Filker Litmus Test pt 1: Peanuts IN Coke

[binaryalchemist]

Larry Kirby and I were joking about Being Southern Filkers...and exactly what constitutes proof that our Northern Born Friends have converted to our culture. LITMUS TEST # 1: Will they do COKE N' PEANUTS???

No lie--this is DAMN GOOD. Take a bottle of Coke--glass if you can get it--or a grape soda (Nehi if you can find it). Drink a big swallow. Open a packet of ordinary Tom's Peanuts. Make a funnel with your hand and pour some in. Drink Coke and get peanuts in your mouth, Chew and swallow and repeat. If you can do this without vomiting, YOU ARE SOUTHERN.

Found this on YouTube---obviously, this is a YANKEE girl....let's watch...

Comments

[nochick-fics.livejournal.com]

I was having my parents ship them to me because the super Wal-Mart down home sold these big ass cans of them- that's how much I love them. Honestly, the North may have won the war, but the South still has the best food. :D

[binaryalchemist.livejournal.com]

Best thing southern--CHICKEN BISCUITS. A slab of crispy fried chicken breast in a buttermilk biscut...add some extra crispy bacon...and I die a very happy Georgialinan (that means I was born right on the river--the banks of the Savannah River--right on the border of Georgia and South Carolina. The hospital was in GA, but I crossed the river as soon as I was able to leave the incubator (I was a month early) and was raised in SC.

Personally, I can't stand the canned ones--nope, ya gotta make your own--or stop at a convience store where they sell 'em hot from a kettle in a huge styrofoam cup. We used to have this old senior citizen called The Peanut Man who'd come up to the school busses after school and sell bags of fresh roasted or boiled peanuts, fifty cents a bag. Those buses were a MESS let me tell you, because we'd be throwing peanut shells at each other. At the University of South Carolina, my Alma Mater, my dorm was downtown across from Cromers Peanuts--and you'd stand in line with politicians and bankers and students and homeless guys--all waiting for hot corn dogs and boiled peanuts...boy, the memories...

[nochick-fics.livejournal.com]

Gotta take what my poor adoptive Yankee ass can get D: Trust me, when I go home, the fresh stuff is damn near all I eat, lol.

When my Grandma was alive, it was greens, potato salad, chicken, and cobbler. OMFG her cobbler was the best stuff on EARTH. I remember when she died, saying to myself that I would never eat like that again, and you know what? It's true.

[binaryalchemist.livejournal.com]

Same with my grandmother's peach cobbler--I can still taste it and even though I have the recipe -- "what recipe?"--mine will never be so delicious