“The South”

May 9, 2012

I’ve always lived in the South. Ok, that’s a lie. I lived in Denver for the first few years of my life, but I have no memory of this. I’m a Texan. Many, denizens and outsiders alike, wouldn’t classify Texas as part of “the South,” and reasons for this include things like zealous Texas Pride and a pedantic Old South exclusion rationale. Texas is no doubt culturally, historically, geographically and demographically distinct from most other states — I love the breakfast tacos — but, so that today’s blog post is not completely fragmented, please suspend your geographical allegiances (and general disbelief), and accept that Texas is a part of the South. Also, I won a World Geography award in high school, so I’m really an authority on all things geographical. Going forward, I encourage you to remember this.

A couple of weeks ago I cooked up a (Old South-style) Southern feast for some friends of cornbread, fried okra, Annie’s mac&cheese, collard greens and roasted sweet potatoes. This little gem, which I’ve made a few times, was the best part of the meal. Sadly, I didn’t get a picture of it. I substituted blackberries for the raspberries called for in the recipe and served it alongside homemade orange whipped cream and fresh blackberries.


My plate

As of my post-college life, I’ve quite liked living in Texas. I know this has a lot to do with the people who have come into my life post-college and the memories I’ve made over the last few years, but maturity also has something to do with my recent appreciation of my home state. There are still other places I’d like to live, but I’m no longer constantly wishing I was anywhere but here.

People are always “dissing” Texas and Houston, my hometown, and I know I should be used to people spouting out all sorts of egregious crap by now, but I can’t hold my tongue: y’all are wrong. (Here’s to me alienating 50% of my readers.)

Now I am going to attempt to convince you of how just how wrong you are with a series of photos.

Below is a picture I took with my phone on a recent trip to Texas’ sub-culturally rich state capital, Austin. It reminds me of one of the greatest TV shows ever made. It is filmed and set in Texas. I’m referring to Friday Night Lights, people. If you’ve never watched this show, do society a favor and go watch all five edifying and entertaining seasons instantly on Netflix. [Note: The weird blurriness on the right side of the picture is the result of, I’m pretty sure, dropping my phone in the sink. We’re talking permanent water damage to the phone.]


Texas, y’all

I took this picture on my lunch break. Location: Cullen Sculpture Garden in Houston’s Museum District. Sculpture: “The Crab” by Alexander Calder


“The Crab”

Here’s a view from inside the Texas Asia Society Center designed by Yoshio Taniguchi. This just opened in a neighborhood in Houston’s Museum District. Taniguchi is the architect who renovated the MOMA. Noteworthy features of this building include a neat geothermal heating and cooling system, and interior and exterior walls made of limestone rock that dates back to the Jurassic geological period!


Yes, those are windows we are looking through.

Also, I doubt a talent like country music darling, Jessica Lea Mayfield, would come all the way from Ohio to play in a city that has nothing to offer. This picture is from her current solo tour at a show at McGonigel’s Mucky Duck, a pub in Houston. She was great.



These next few just keep with the Southern theme and apart from that are totally random:




Derby Day – not my hat


All Dolled Up

From Texas,