The March Hare

I have a theory, and it is this: southern family sagas are the story of the land through three to four generations. The first generation grabs the land, the second lives in harmony with it, the third rejects it, and the fourth is diaspora. That's really all I have to say right now. It would take a lot of work to come up with all the books that support this theory, so I'm just going to leave it alone. Also, I've had a difficult day, what with finding out that I don't have enough credit history to finance a scooter.

The best piece of southern lit I've read recently is 'In the Hopes of Rising Again' by Helen Scully, who is living right down the street from me at this time because she used to live in New Orleans.

I saw two scary things at the grocery store last night; unrefrigerated bacon and fleece blankets.

I'm sorry, but should bacon just be out like that? Even if you've already cooked it, shouldn't you keep it cold, just to be on the safe side? Haven't we learned our lesson yet?

As to the blankets, the grocery store is the last place I'm going to go if I'm chilly and need some fleecy comfort. I'll go to the gas station, where they have genuine Mexican burro blankets (for the burros, not made of them) for five dollars.

Here is a list of things I'm worried won't be available in Minnesota:
Conecuh sausage
Grits
Collard Greens (I don't eat them, I just like to see them lying around)
Southern Living Magazine (I don't read it, I just like to see it lying around)
Warmth
Decent Crawfish (non-Japanese)
People who add uneccessary syllables to all words (I usually don't have an accent, but I do say 'ham' 'ha-um')
Abita beer
Sweet Potato Pie
Tony Chachere's Creole Seasoning (can be added to everything to make everything taste better)

So, could someone in Minnesota let me know what I will need to bring with me? Or, if you have an equivalent item, you could let me know about that, too.