My new ethnic identity

From an old friend back in the Bluegrass State…

Just keeping you posted so you will not embarrass yourself.

Due to the climate of political correctness now pervading America, those of us in Northern Alabama, North Georgia, Tennessee, North Carolina, Western South Carolina, Virginia, West Virginia, and Kentucky will no longer be referred to as “Hillbillies.” You must now refer to us as “Appalachian-Americans”.

Thank you.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got possums to fry.

Personally, I find this offensive.  Everyone knows possums should be baked.

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8 Comments

  1. Posted January 26, 2007 at 10:58 am | Permalink

    And I happen to be a Smoky American, not any Appalachian American. sheesh.

  2. Vince
    Posted January 26, 2007 at 11:06 am | Permalink

    Baked? BAKED? Nonsense!!! Any self respecting transplanted northerner knows the best way to serve up possum is broiled.

  3. hugh
    Posted January 26, 2007 at 1:18 pm | Permalink

    “Appalachian American”

    Put it on a bumper sticker and you could sell thousands up in Boone.

  4. Posted January 26, 2007 at 2:50 pm | Permalink

    Vince, you must be one of those New York northerners!
    Where I come from (up next to God’s house) its ‘BOILED BABY’, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!

    We always had our Possum served with day old brown bread, baked beans with a slab of lard served nicely under a set of vintage Firestone re-treads. Now that’s good eating!

  5. inkslinger336
    Posted January 26, 2007 at 4:12 pm | Permalink

    LOL

    Baked is the way!

    Brought back memories of visiting my grandparents on Sunday when I was young.

    Would go in the back door, into the kitchen, look for some of grandma’s cinnamon rolls made from her leftover pie dough, open the oven door and see a RAT IN A PAN OF GREASE!!!

    Grandpa loved his bake possum.

  6. schmit
    Posted January 26, 2007 at 7:26 pm | Permalink

    Ah, the memories of riding my Honda 750 and coming across some “fresh” roadkill. Wrap that baby in foil, strap it around the exaust with an old coat hanger and ride….
    That, my friends, is a roadside treat you won’t soon forget!

    …but I just can’t hear a Yankee on the Parkway saying “look at that Appalachian-American eating possum out of foil.”

  7. Mr. Sun
    Posted January 26, 2007 at 9:35 pm | Permalink

    Aren’t you an Aycock-American?

  8. Posted January 27, 2007 at 12:22 am | Permalink

    LOL, now that is comedy…

    C.