The Southern-ness Test
I was born and raised in the Heart of Dixie, but since both my parents are Midwesterners, I figured I must not be *this* Southern. Apparently…I am. The "taste of honesuckle" is a clincher. If you’ve never tasted a honesuckle flower, or don’t even have a clue how…well…it’s a Southern thing. Don’t fret your little self over it.
You are 84% true Southern!
You are pure belle or gentleman! You know your Jones Soda, Nehi and RC colas, your Moon Pies and sweet potato pie; you’d absolutely die without air conditioners in the summer, and you’ve seen Steel Magnolias and Fried Green Tomatoes (or read the book!). Your grandmother lives in an antebellum home and has a cook who makes the best fried chicken and asparagus casserole and summer squash and everything else in the world. And you know the taste of honeysuckle and the feel of grass between your toes. You are blessed.