The truth and nothing but the truth, sort of.

Stories & Lies

We often like to think of ourselves as individuals who form our own style and persona, but actually our personality is made up of many things. Although we do create some specific characteristics which are truly our own, we also collect some of these from family and friends. We are not born with our dialect or our love for a certain sports team, we grow into these with help from family and peers. One of the most noted characteristics is our taste for certain types of foods. If you were lucky enough to be born in the south, well God provided you with not only the most beautiful part of the country to live in, but some of the best food to enjoy while you were growing up. Southern living can only be described as heaven on earth. We love God, our families, our friends, our food, and our abilitiy to tell a story like nowhere else on earth. The part we find most enjoyable is watching people figure out what parts of our tales are true and what parts are absolutely false. It’s easy with some but impossible with others. We tell fishing stories, drinking stories, hunting stories and stories of lost loves. But we never reveal which parts are stretched out.

Feeding My Soul in the Georgia Low Country - Tamara Kirk

There’s a feeling you experience going around the round-about at Frederica and Demere. It hits your senses first beginning with your sense of smell... the sense of deliciousness wafting through the air. Smokey, BBQ, cooking in the new smoke house. Next you remember you’re in the low country of southeast Georgia on an island with a quaint village.

Here at Southern Soul BBQ you watch the world go by, sometimes a bit taken by how close the puddle jumper aircraft fly overhead, landing in what looks to be nail biting precision, on the island runways just across the street. You remember the many times you rode your bicycle complete with a basket and old fashioned foot brakes, to pick up takeout of Southern Soul BBQ or sit at the bar enjoying a cold brew while you wait.

Don't Let Me Fall - by Douglas Perkins

All over the world and throughout history there are relationships between fathers and daughters.  Princess, baby girl, and my girl are some of the names you hear from fathers when they talk about their daughters, but in the south there is something special known as, “A Daddy’s girl.”  Raising strong independent women was our goal as we struggled to bring up our girls in a way that would set them on a path that is successful and full of life. Now as I look at our daughters, strong, independent and beautiful, I can still catch a glimpse of my little girls who loved for Daddy to put their hair in curlers on a Saturday night so they could show off their curls on Sunday morning.  

For my first contribution to The Angry Biscuit, I want to share this story as a gift to my eldest daughter, Elisabeth, as she celebrates her first anniversary to my favorite Son in Law, Brandon.  

Lou Ferrigno and Frozen Pizza - by Travis Hicks

Ah, was there no better feeling than getting off the school bus on a Friday afternoon? Another hard week in the books from hitting the books and nothing staring at you but two days of nothing to do. I would step off ‘big yellow’ and take in a big lungful of suburban air. Not quite the same as fresh mountain air but nowhere like polluted city air. Depending on the season the air could smell of fresh cut grass, burning leaves or honeysuckle vine. But the only thing on my mind was my anodized blue, two wheeled ticket to freedom.

Mac and Cheese is Vegetable

Mac & Cheese is a vegetable - By Travis Hicks

Well not technically of course. It isn’t green. And, for the most part, nothing in the recipe is actually grown but that doesn’t stop it from appearing on the vegetable side of the menu in every meat and three through-out the south. And it was always treated as such in my household growing up. Come to think of it, a lot of the ‘veggies’ I grew up eating were only marginally so. The black eyed-peas my mom made had large chunks of bacon swimming in them. Collard greens had almost as much ham in them as leafy greens. Even the green beans had some sort of meat mixed in. Maybe it was an unhealthy approach in making sure we got enough protein. Maybe it was a way of using up leftovers from previous meals. Who knows, but it’s how I expect my veggies now.

Too Many Tater Salads - By Travis Hicks

As I sit here enjoying a beer on the Saturday before Memorial Day it appears that summer is “unofficially” here again. I never finish my beer. All my friends make fun of me because I never finish a beer. It tends to get warm before I get to the bottom. But as the days get warmer and longer and you just come in from cutting the grass, nothing beats the first few sips of a cold beer.

As I get older

as i get older - by Mike Cannon

As I get older, I often think back to great childhood memories. Those wonderful times such as holidays with family, playing in the yard on those hot summer evenings, and vacations with the family. However, none of these compare to the time I spent visiting my grandparents in the mountains of Northwest Georgia. These visits were some of the most important times of my life, and really provided me with the values I would need to become a decent member of society. You see, at this time in my life I was in the middle of my family dissolving. My parents were in the middle of a divorce and it was a brutal situation. These two people helped me through these times by simply being the anchor by which I could attach myself to and weather a storm I didn’t understand at the time. They provided me, and all of the family, with a stronger than life love and sense of family that we would need to advance through life

Chili and Football

Southern Chili & Football
- By Mike CanNON

Another great aspect of fall in the South is football. Most men in the South look forward to the opening day of college football, dreaming of a national championship for their chosen team. Seeing the team for the first time since the spring inter-squad game. Growing up in Georgia we had an option of two major college teams to back, Georgia Tech, an awesome Atlantic Coast Conference team or The University of Georgia, a driving force in the Southeastern Conference. You all know in my last article I spoke of how family and friends influenced our persona, well in our family we were Georgia Bulldog fans. I remember watching the game in which Georgia beat Notre Dame for the National Championship. Led by Herschel Walker the Bulldogs were unstoppable that year. These games were always watched with family and friends and in the South you can’t have a football party without great food.

Dinner Bell

Dinner Bell
- By travis HiCKS

Growing up in the South in the 70s and 80s was pretty great but contrary to popular belief we didn’t all grow up on a sprawling farm, in a farm-house with farm animals out back eating farm-fresh food. Nope, most of us, like myself, grew up in something called a subdivision. Carefully plotted and laid out tracts of houses that mostly looked alike all with average sized yards and no room for cows. My particular subdivision was called ‘Wyndham’. It was comprised of 5, arrow straight roads, laid out in a ladder shape. Not a single curve to be found. We had about 50 houses, a community swimming pool and tons of undeveloped woods that belonged to someone else. And we treated them like they belonged to us. Us being the kids that lived there. Fortunately for me there were about a dozen or so of us near my age. Some came and went and some lived there their entire lives, like myself.

Iced Tea

A Beverage Divides Us
- By travis HiCKS

A Beverage Divides Us This country is divided. There is a chasm that stretches across this great land from West to East. This line separates us, causes interpersonal strife and there is a lack of understanding from both sides of this line on how the other side lives. One side thinks the rest of the country should feel the way it does and the other side doesn’t see the need. Sad part is, this divide has existed for decades and there is no end in sight. The Sweet Tea line is a real thing, believe me. And it is tearing this country apart. Anyone who has ever traveled outside of the southeastern United States has experienced this. And of course, anyone who has grown up in the Southeast would certainly want to order sweet tea with their meals regardless of where they may be. When you are safely within the humid, heavy-aired confines of the south you have no issue with this problem plaguing our great nation.

Spaghetti, again?
- By Travis Hicks

As far as I know, my family is not Italian. As a matter of fact I do know that my family is not Italian. Not even the least little bit. Based on my daughter’s test results none of my family tree has roots that drop down that far in Europe. No, we stay well north of the English Channel. My ancestors evidently preferred to stay where it was colder and no one had a tan. But that didn’t stop us from having spaghetti once a week, every week, of my formative years. Both of my parents handled the cooking duties in my household growing up. They each had their specialty and they each had their favorites. For some unknown reason my dad’s favorite was my mom’s spaghetti and it was a Saturday night tradition. I can remember walking in the house from playing outside in the late afternoon during the apex of my weekend and hearing Willie Nelson on the eight-track, ‘Angels Flying Too Close to the Ground’ or ‘You Were Always on my Mind’ seemed to pair best with cooking apparently. Hearing those nylon strings playing on the downbeat meant dinner was almost ready.

- BY Mike Cannon

I recently spent some time in the Atlanta area with my favorite cousins. I often think we are closer than our respective brothers. I don’t know why but since we were young we always seemed to gravitate to each other. The time we spend together, to say the least, is always interesting. But that is the way it is in the south, family is family and nothing gets between that. Now remember, we weren’t always together, there were times when were thousands of miles apart but when we came back together it was as if we were never apart. I have always looked up to him simply because he was the big brother I never knew and the fact we were so much alike drew us that much closer. This visit was not unlike many of our other visits we joked, we drank and we enjoyed friends and family.

Makin' Shine
- by Mike Cannon

Now making whiskey has really become a popular adventure these days, hell they have even made television show about it. One of the most famous moonshiners was Popcorn Sutton, who at the age of 62, took his own life in order to avoid a prison sentence for doing something he had done all his life. In the south, making shine is way of life for most people, and we are damn good at it. Moonshine even started on of the most popular and profitable sports in America. Yes, I am talking about NASCAR. During prohibition the shiners would soup up their cars and run liquor to the speak-easy’s. Moonshine got its name from these drivers simply because they would drive by the light of the moon in order to avoid detection by law enforcement.

Southern Cooking
- BY Mike CAnnon

We often like to think of ourselves as individuals who form our own style and persona, but actually our personality is made up of many things. Although we do create some specific characteristics which are truly our own, we also collect some of these from family and friends. We are not born with our dialect or our love for a certain sports team, we grow into these with help from family and peers. One of the most noted characteristics is our taste for certain types of foods. Those of you who were born on the coast have an infinite taste for seafood, if you were born on the border of Mexico, you are an avid fan of southwest cuisine, and if you were lucky enough to be born in the south, well God provided you with not only the most beautiful part of the country to live in, but some of the best food to enjoy while you were growing up.

Years Past
- BY Mike Cannon

I know that most of the people from my generation were brought up in church, whether Baptist, Catholic, or any other religion we spent Sunday morning in Sunday School and then church services. Now don’t panic this not going to be an article on religion I promise. This is going to be a walk through my past. When I was young my family attended a church in Hapeville Georgia, which is still considered inside the perimeter of Atlanta. This church was less than 2 miles from Atlanta International Airport and was set in an old neighborhood. Faith Baptist Church was the quintessential Southern Baptist Church. White two-level building with sanctuary on top and class rooms on the bottom. It also had a separate building known as a fellowship hall. This is where everyone would eat on those special occasions like Homecoming.

Thanksgiving Feast
- By Mike Cannon

As fall continues the anticipation grows for the coming holidays and with those, comes lots and lots of food. Now copious amounts of food around the holidays is not simply a southern tradition it is a tradition that encompasses this nation. From Turkeys with stuffing in the north, corn fritters in the mid-west and fried turkey and cornbread dressing in the south. Each of these meals is always accompanied by plenty of fixins. Most families always put together a feast that could feed an army and our family was no different. The first of these feasts happened on Thanksgiving and most start eating less before Halloween so as to gorge themselves on that wonderful day. I hold fond memories of Thanksgiving when I was young. Some of my first memories of Thanksgiving day was the families annual trip to Lake Hartwell and a weekend in the cabins.