Growing up in the South must be genuinely different.
I was born as well as raised up North however my spouse is from the deep south. He lived in a small city that borders a river as well as life was pretty simple. He didn’t even have a shopping center or filmplex for fifty miles. He as well as his siblings made their own fun as well as spent days lazing around in the heat, fishing or swimming, but now that he has relocated to the North he occasionally complains about the pace that everyone needs things done! The other morning he asked if my buddy and I could make apple pies on the weekend. I didn’t see why my buddy and I had to “make” them because my buddy and I could simply “buy” them at the store. He said that when he was a child it was one of his number one things to do with his mom. They would spend the morning in the orchard picking pears then head inside to help peel them. His mom would make the crust from scratch, slice the pears evenly, as well as coat them in butter as well as cinnamon. All of this sounded like something out of the granite ages to me, but, I wanted to make him cheerful so I told him I would give it a try. Thank goodness my buddy and I have air conditioner because turning on the oven on a morning where it is 85 degrees was the last thing I wanted to do. I cranked the air because I wanted to cool off the home entirely well before my buddy and I even started the process. Pie making turned out to be an adventure as well as one that I am sure I will perfect over time. My spouse was polite when I asked him how it taste although I am sure it was nothing like his mom’s.