1. Being able to tell the difference between bourbon and whiskey by sight and smell alone.
Yes, there is a difference, and we’ll defend that stance until we die. Wanna test it? Hand us some Jim Beam when we’ve ordered Jack Daniels and see how quickly we push it back across the counter and ask for what we ordered.
2. The ability to ingest an obscene amount of buttery, grease-dripping food and still somehow make room for fresh blackberry cobbler, banana pudding, and deep-fried moonpies.
It doesn’t matter how much dry-rubbed barbecue, potato salad, smothered baby back ribs, or green bean casserole you eat, when Mammaw brings out that eight-layer blueberry slide cake, you loosen your belt and dig in.