Thursday, March 29, 2012

A Taste of Tennessee


It's strange to still feel like a Californian when I have lived in Tennessee for over fifteen years... Tennessee is definitely my home now.  But I still love the moments when something hits me that I live in the South; I love when something so Southern makes me think. " Wow, this could only happen in the South."  Take for example Moonshine. 

I remember the first year I lived in TN my dad came to visit me from Chile.  He kept asking me about Moonshine and how he could try some.  "Ani," he would tell me, "everyone makes Moonshine here...you just have to know who to ask and howwww."  It was usually followed by eye rolls, sometimes by laughter.  He would ask the waitress at the local pancake house, the cook at the local taco house, the lady at the house in the middle of nowhere...he was persistent.  Every now and then, a friend shows up with the good stuff...not the sips of dangerous turpentine but the flavorful juice from deep in the mountains.  I gotta be honest, I don't really enjoy drinking Moonshine but I do find it incredibly charming.  And being the city girl I think I am it makes me think about where I was from, where I am, and how happy I am to call this place home.  Isn't that strange?  Maybe as strange as my dad thinking that everyone in the state makes alcohol in their bathtubs.

5 comments:

R Montalban said...

Sweet :-) xxxx

Liz said...

Well we have a supplier of "Apple Cinnamon" moonshine up here on Cape Cod that will knock you straight out of your socks! If you're in the area stop by and we'll share some! :)

T@PoppyPlacePdx said...

Awesome story, beautifullly written :)

I guess we do have those sterotypes everywhere we just expect and take for granted :)

Have a lovely weekend, T. :)

Jamie said...

Your dad sounds awesome - the kind of guy everyone wants to be around.

Susi aka Sinead said...

LOL! How did he find out about the moonshine?