"Put Some South In Your Mouth"

Yep, that's me with Paula Deen's sons, Jamie and Bobby.

Sure, they're 2-dimensional and behind glass, but I take what I can get.

Last week, while we were on vacation in Hilton Head, SC, my brother graciously drove to Savannah early Thursday morning, stood in line and made a reservation for my mother, my brother and me to eat at Paula Deen's restaurant, The Lady & Sons.


That's how you have to do it there. You can't call to make a reservation. You have to be there.

Then, he drove back to Hilton Head, and a few hours later, I woke up.

I don't do early mornings. Especially on vacation.

So, that afternoon, the three of us drove to Savannah and at 2:30 p.m., I was in Paula Deen Heaven.

And by "Paula Deen Heaven," I don't mean the restaurant, I mean the buffet.

Going to The Lady & Sons and not getting than the buffet would be like going to a college wrestling meet and not staring at all the singlet-bound packages.

It's there. It's in front of you. Dive right in, baby. The water is FINE!

Fried chicken, meatloaf, mashed potatoes with gravy, green beans, sweet potatoes, greens covered in vinegar and for dessert, Paula's very own gooey butter cakes.

All that incredible Southern food. That's what the phrase, "Put Some South In Your Mouth" means.

Of course, I have that phrase on the back of my new Paula Deen t-shirt. And it means something quite different when I wear it walking through Boystown.