Reply #72: My mom was a Southern gal, and I was born and largely raised in the South,

[tblue37]

until we moved to PA after Dad got out of the Air Force. Mom made cornbread often. She and my ex-husband (also born and largely raised a Southerner) used to sit and eat cornbread--often drinking buttermilk with it. They loved it. They never liked each other, but they still spent a lot of time sharing cornbread and buttermilk (often dunking the cornbread in the buttermilk), which created an odd sort of bond between them. I never could eat it, though. It always tasted dry and and gritty to me. I don't like buttermilk, either.

I was born in Biloxi, Mississippi, though Dad was transferred so we moved when I was 2 weeks old. But I spent most of my early life in the South: 4 years in South Carolina and 4 in Florida, and then 2 years in North Carolina before we moved to PA (when I was 12). But despite those formative years in the South, I never did develop a taste for cornbread or buttermilk. I guess I am a traitor to my roots. (Mom always thought so LOL.)