A Healthy Plate of Hospitality
Carter adjusted his shirt collar as he stepped out of the car, the summer heat hitting him like a wall. He was far from his city apartment, surrounded by sprawling fields and dense woods that stretched as far as the eye could see. His mom had insisted on this visit, claiming it was time he reconnected with his dad’s side of the family.
He wasn’t thrilled.
Carter had always felt a disconnect from his southern roots. His relatives lived a lifestyle he couldn’t comprehend—pickup trucks, dirt roads, and a love for big family barbecues. And then there was Ryan, his much larger cousin, who embodied everything Carter found alien about the south. When they hugged for the first time in years, Ryan’s broad chest and belly pressed against Carter in a way that made him wince inwardly.
“Good to see ya, cuz!” Ryan bellowed, his voice thick with a southern twang. “You’re lookin’ skinny as a twig, though.”
Carter forced a smile. “Yeah… great to see you too, Ryan.”
Carter couldn’t help but grimace as he watched Ryan dig into his plate at dinner that night. The spread was massive: turkey dripping with gravy, sausage links glistening with grease, mashed potatoes and biscuits piled high. Ryan sat across the table, his large frame barely fitting the chair as he devoured the meal with reckless abandon.
“Man, you don’t hold back, do you?” Carter muttered, picking at his toast.
Ryan grinned, a bit of gravy glistening on his beard. “What’s the point? Food’s meant to be enjoyed, not measured out like rabbit feed.” He slapped his belly with a laugh, the sound echoing through the room. “Gotta keep this ol’ gut happy.”
Carter felt his stomach churn. “Doesn’t that… bother you?” he asked, gesturing toward Ryan’s ample stomach.
Ryan shrugged, completely unfazed. “Nah. It’s all part of the package, Bubba Jr. Big guy, big life. Besides, you don’t get this size sittin’ around worryin’ about what people think.”
Carter rolled his eyes and looked away, embarrassed for even asking. But as the days went on, Ryan’s unapologetic attitude toward his size and eating habits became harder to ignore.
The more time Carter spent with Ryan, the more his initial disgust began to fade. It wasn’t that Ryan changed—he was still the same boisterous, carefree cousin—but Carter found it increasingly difficult to hold onto his judgment. Ryan was… well, likable. Despite his size, he moved with surprising confidence, cracking jokes and making everyone around him feel welcome.
It was during a Sunday barbecue that Carter started to understand. As the smell of smoked ribs and grilled corn filled the air, Carter stood by the grill, watching Ryan work his magic. He had a knack for it—flipping burgers with one hand, passing plates with the other, and making sure everyone had enough to eat.
“You sure you don’t want seconds?” Ryan teased, noticing Carter’s empty plate. “You’re lookin’ awfully lean over there.”
Carter hesitated, but the truth was, the food was incredible. He’d never tasted barbecue like this, and despite himself, he reached for another plate. “Fine,” he said, trying not to sound too eager. “Just a little more.”
“Atta boy!” Ryan said, loading up his plate with mashed potatoes and mac and cheese. He gave his own belly a satisfied pat.
A few weeks passed, and despite his initial hesitation, Carter found himself slowly adapting to the rhythm of rural life. It wasn’t like he planned to stick around forever—he still had his life back in the city waiting for him—but something about the simplicity and warmth of this town was starting to grow on him.
Part of it was the food. The rich, hearty meals that once made him cringe were now a source of comfort. Whether it was buttery biscuits in the morning or a plate of ribs slathered in sauce at night, Carter found himself eating more than he ever had back home. It wasn’t just the taste; it was the way the food seemed to bring people together, the way it was shared and celebrated. Each bite carried a sense of community he couldn’t quite put into words.
The other part was the work. Ryan and his family didn’t let Carter sit idle for long. Whether it was helping fix a fence, unloading hay bales, or lending a hand with a neighbor’s broken-down truck, there was always something to do. At first, Carter resented it—the sweat, the dirt, the sore muscles—but he couldn’t deny the sense of accomplishment that came with it.
One afternoon, after hauling a particularly heavy load of firewood, Ryan leaned back against the truck, grinning as he watched Carter wipe the sweat from his brow. “Look at you, Bubba Jr. Gettin’ some muscle on ya,” he said, reaching over to give Carter’s stomach a playful pat. “And a little somethin’ extra, too.”
Carter looked down, noticing for the first time that his once-flat stomach had a slight curve to it. He ran a hand over it, feeling the soft layer of pudge that hadn’t been there a month ago. “Guess I’ve been eating too much of your barbecue,” he said with a half-smile.
Ryan laughed, slapping his own much larger belly. “Ain’t nothin’ wrong with a little insulation. Means you’re enjoyin’ yourself.”
Carter rolled his eyes, but deep down, he couldn’t argue. He felt stronger, more capable, and—dare he admit it—happier than he had in a long time. Even his clothes were starting to fit differently. His jeans hugged his thighs a little tighter, and his arms strained the sleeves of his t-shirts in a way that made him feel oddly proud.
But with every passing day, a thought began to gnaw at the back of his mind: in two months, he’d be back in the city, sitting behind a desk, eating salads out of plastic containers, and surrounded by the hum of fluorescent lights. The thought was… unappealing, to say the least.
“You alright there, Bubba Jr.?” Ryan asked one evening as they sat on the porch, watching the sun dip below the horizon.
Carter shrugged, sipping his sweet tea. “Yeah, just… thinking about going back home.”
Ryan raised an eyebrow. “What’s there to think about? You go back, you do your thing, life goes on.”
“Yeah, I know, it’s just…” Carter hesitated, unsure how to put it into words. “I don’t know. It’s… boring, I guess. After all this, the thought of going back to the city feels… flat.”
Ryan grinned knowingly, reaching over to give Carter’s arm a squeeze. “That’s ‘cause you’re startin’ to live, Bubba Jr. City life ain’t got nothin’ on this.”
Carter didn’t respond, but a part of him couldn’t help but agree.
Carter adjusted his belt as he stepped out of Ryan’s truck, shielding his eyes from the bright southern sun. The town barbecue was in full swing, with rows of picnic tables set up under the open sky. The smell of smoked meats wafted through the air, mingling with the sound of laughter and country music playing from a speaker perched on an old truck bed. It was a far cry from the small, cozy barbecues Ryans family had privately, where the food always had the option to be served indoors and the AC kept everyone cool. Here, there were no walls, no ceilings—just the wide-open sky and the baking southern heat.
“Welcome to the real deal,” Ryan said, slapping Carter on the back as they walked toward the crowd.
Carter couldn’t help but feel a little out of place at first, despite the weeks he’d spent adjusting to the town’s pace. But the warmth of the people around him made it impossible to stay self-conscious for long.
“Carter, over here!” a voice called out, and Carter turned to see one of Ryan’s friends waving him over to a table piled high with ribs, cornbread, and sweet tea. The man next to him, a portly older gentleman with a grizzled beard and a belly that rivaled Ryan’s, was holding court, cracking jokes and handing out slabs of ribs that looked big enough to feed an entire family.
“That there’s Big Earl,” Ryan whispered with a grin. “He’s got the best ribs in town. Don’t tell anyone else, though, or you’ll start a war.”
Big Earl noticed them approaching and broke into a wide smile. “Ryan! And this must be the city boy you’ve been tellin’ me about.”
Carter extended his hand, but Big Earl pulled him into a bear hug instead. “We don’t do handshakes at a barbecue, son,” Earl said with a laugh. “Now, you hungry?”
Before Carter could answer, a plate was shoved into his hands, piled high with ribs and a side of baked beans. “Eat up, boy. And when you’re done, we’re takin’ a picture for the scrapbook. Gotta commemorate your first real barbecue.”
Carter chuckled and found a seat at one of the tables. Despite the heat, he couldn’t deny how good the food was. The ribs were smoky and tender, the sauce sweet and tangy. He was already on his second helping when Big Earl called him over for the picture.
The older man draped an arm around Carter’s shoulders, pulling him in close. “Smile now, son,” Earl said as someone snapped the photo.
It wasn’t lost on Carter how much things had changed in just a few weeks. His occasional second helpings of Ryan’s hearty southern meals had quickly become the standard. What surprised him more was how often he found himself going back for thirds, piling his plate high with barbecue ribs, buttery biscuits, and sweet potato casserole. The food was just too good, and he found it harder and harder to resist.
Carter leaned back in his chair after dinner one evening, feeling the familiar weight of a full belly pressing against his jeans. He glanced down and tugged at the hem of his flannel shirt, which had started to strain noticeably at the buttons. When he’d first arrived, these shirts had fit him perfectly, maybe even a little loose. Now, they were struggling to contain the evidence of his growing appetite. His physique was still sturdy and burly from helping out around town, but there was no denying the softer layer that had taken up residence around his midsection.
Ryan noticed, of course. His cousin always had a knack for pointing out the obvious. “You’re lookin’ real comfortable these days, cuz,” Ryan said with a grin, patting Carter’s shoulder. “Can’t hide that southern hospitality, can ya?”
Even Ryan’s great uncle, who lived with him and had been mostly quiet during Carter’s early days in town, seemed pleased. The older man leaned back in his chair one evening after dinner, nodding approvingly as he looked Carter up and down. “You look healthier these days, boy,” he said, his tone warm and sincere. Without hesitation, he reached over and gave Carter’s stomach a pat. “A man oughta carry a bit of weight. Shows he ain’t shy of good eatin’ and hard work.”
Carter’s face flushed, but he couldn’t help but chuckle. “Guess I’ve been enjoying the local cuisine a little too much,” he admitted, adjusting his belt as it dug into his waist.
“Nothin’ wrong with that,” Ryan chimed in. “You’re one of us now. Might as well look the part.”
Carter stood in front of the mirror one humid August morning, adjusting his belt as he took in his reflection. The flannel shirt he’d brought with him at the start of the summer now clung tightly to his chest and belly, the buttons straining ever so slightly. His biceps, once lean, had filled out considerably from the physical work he’d been doing, but it was his midsection that caught his eye. A thick layer of softness rounded out his frame, a clear sign of just how much he’d embraced the hearty southern lifestyle.
He rubbed his hand over his belly, giving it a small pat as he let out a chuckle. “Damn, Ryan might’ve been right… I’m startin’ to look more like him every day,” he muttered to himself. He didn’t feel self-conscious, though. In fact, there was a strange sense of pride that came with the changes—like he was finally becoming part of something bigger, something that felt like home.
Carter sighed and leaned against the dresser, his thoughts drifting to the upcoming fall semester. He’d taken the summer off from college, mostly to appease both his immediate and extended family, who had been pestering him for years to visit. He’d resisted for so long, dreading what he’d assumed would be an awkward and uncomfortable trip. But now, the idea of going back to the city, to lecture halls and textbooks, felt almost alien.
Later that evening, Carter sat on the porch with Ryan, a glass of sweet tea in hand. The sun was setting, casting a warm golden glow over the fields. It was the kind of peaceful moment he’d never appreciated before, but now he couldn’t imagine living without it.
“Ryan,” Carter began, breaking the silence, “I’ve been thinkin’… I don’t think I’m goin’ back to school this fall.”
Ryan raised an eyebrow but didn’t seem surprised. “Oh yeah? What’s the plan then?”
Carter shrugged, swirling the tea in his glass. “I don’t know exactly. I just know this feels right. The past few months, I’ve been… happy. Happier than I’ve been in a long time. Maybe it’s the food, maybe it’s the work, maybe it’s just being around family… but I don’t wanna leave. Not yet, anyway.”
Ryan’s grin widened, and he gave Carter a hearty slap on the back. “Hell yeah, cuz. Knew you’d come around sooner or later. And actually, it might be good timing. Got another cousin comin’ out here soon.”
“Another cousin?” Carter asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yep. From our side of the family. Skinny city kid. He’s transferin’ down here for high school this fall,” Ryan said, leaning back in his chair. “Figured it’d be good for him to get a taste of the simple life. But, uh… he’s a bit on the scrawny side. Might need someone ‘round his size to show him the ropes.”
Carter laughed, shaking his head. “My size? Ryan, you and I both know I’m just a few biscuits away from lookin’ like you.”
Ryan chuckled, rubbing his own substantial belly. “Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that, Bubba Jr. And hey, looks like you’re finally livin’ up to the name.”
The two shared a laugh, but Carter couldn’t help but feel curious. When the new cousin arrived a few days later, Carter was immediately struck by how much the kid reminded him of himself at the start of the summer—pale, lean, and looking completely out of place in his button-down shirt and khakis staring at his phone.
Carter leaned over to Ryan and smirked. “Looks like he needs a helpin’ or two… or three.”
Ryan grinned. “Guess it’s up to us to show him how it’s done.”
Carter stood up, patting his belly with a newfound confidence. “Let’s get him started right.”
As the three of them sat down to dinner that evening, Carter couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction.
If ya wanna try your hand at becoming a bit of a bubba yourself.
