Bubba’s Bakery & Deli

19 Jul

“Up North we do it differently.”, she said with her nose stuck in the air that reminded him of an ole coon hound. “Yes-sum, I reckon you did” he drawled aloud, while thinking to himself “but down here, well this is the way my Daddy’s Daddy did it and I figur’ if it was good enough for him, it’s good enough for me.”

“Well, give me one of those… no, not that one, that one there: the one with the yellow flowers on it that isn’t all smashed. Be sure you put it in the box next to the pastrami, rye bread and sour pickles but don’t get any of that frosting on them. Careful, careful, don’t let them touch. Now put a piece of that parchment paper between them. Don’t you know anything? Up North we know not to mix sweet with sour, why that’s almost unconscionable!.” she haughtily stated while shaking her head in disbelief at his imagined ignorance.

“Yessum” he said, hiding his disdain beneath his smiling Southern manner. He took her Amex card and rang up her exorbitant purchase, all the while thinking, down here we have learned it can be very worthwhile to take the bitter with the sweet.

On Location, Monday:
Up North

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Posted by on July 19, 2010 in Flash Fiction, Southern Humor


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