When anything exciting or traumatic happens, Southerners like to bring food. Have a baby? Have a nice pound cake. Graduate from somewhere? Have some pigs in a blanket. Have a death in the family? We'll bring fried chicken. Recently, I did something every Proper Southern Woman should do. I've join the circle of people at church who bring food when someone passes away. I am on the meat committee. It is pretty exciting. If someone is in need on a Monday or Tuesday, then I get to take them fried chicken. I'm allowed to purchase it, so this is well within my skill set. Southerners do not expect you to cater meals for anything of the sort. If you have to buy so much as a scrap of bread, then we have failed as a community. If you are a displaced Southerner, make sure that you work to start this tradition in your community. Nothing says love like a pound cake in a time of need. If you're in Buffalo, I believe that sour kraut equates to love so work with that. I am hoping that having a baby results in a casserole or two. I don't really care to cook now, muchless once a baby comes. This week, take somebody some food if you find the right occasion. You don't have to cook it yourself. There are plenty of professionals to assist with that. Wait until you see the look on their faces - gratitude...confusion for people who know me.