Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Persimmons: What Autumn Tastes Like
Monday, October 10, 2011
Hello, Sweetie Pie!
When I think about pie, I think about home. There's just something about a freshly baked pie that warms my heart and makes me feel better about the world.
So naturally, I immediately warmed up to the pecan pie from WildFlour Pastry on the cover of the October/November issue of Garden & Gun. It's one of the featured desserts in the magazine's list of 50 Best Southern Foods: Sweets. I found myself salivating over the pie line-up in particular.
Garden & Gun gives kudos to key lime pie from Bob Roth's New River Groves in Davie, Fla., chocolate peanut butter pie from Hunka Pie in Little Rock, Ark., and strawberry pie from Jim's Steak & Spaghetti House in my hometown of Huntington, W.Va.
Friday, October 7, 2011
A Healthy Dose of (Cast) Iron
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Southern Grilling Season
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Sweet Charlotte, Redux
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Here's Pork in Your Eye
At the Silver Skillet, center slices of fried country ham are first hand-trimmed and marinated overnight in soy sauce, brown sugar, paprika and cola. Drippings from the marinade are mixed with hot coffee to make red-eye gravy.
Legend says red-eye gravy got its name from a cook who worked for General Andrew Jackson, the seventh U.S. president. General Jackson asked the cook to prepare some gravy to accompany his country ham. The cook's eyes were bloodshot from drinking moonshine. Word spread around camp, and from then on, the gravy was known as red-eye.
Typical ingredients in red-eye gravy are fried ham drippings and strong black coffee. Some recipes call for additional ingredients like Worcestershire sauce and black pepper.
Watch a visit to the Silver Skillet from Guy Fieri of Food Network's Diners, Drive-ins and Dives and see how red-eye gravy is made.
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
They're Happy Because They Eat Lard
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
The Soup Season
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Tomato Sandwiches: Southern or Universal?
Eat me! (On a sandwich, of course.) |
To me, tomato sandwiches are a ubiquitous part of Southern summer life. Consumption of these sandwiches is widespread--almost everyone down here eats them. Truly. You don't have to describe to another Southerner what a tomato sandwich is, or explain to them that, yes, it's still delicious even though it doesn't have meat, cheese, butter or any of the other ingredients that usually make food worth eating. In the South, it's never assumed that tomato sandwiches are vegetarian specialties or some kind of poor man's meal for those barely scraping by. (Although, a tomato sandwich could very easily suffice in either of those situations.) No, Southerners know tomato sandwiches.
But just because Southerners eat--and appreciate--tomato sandwiches often, does that mean the humble sandwich actually falls into the category of Southern food? After all, they do have tomatoes in other parts of the country (and world). And they have bread. And salt and pepper. Of course, they don't all have Duke's, which is sad for them; but most places have passable versions of mayonnaise.
The only acceptable mayo for a Southern tomato sandwich. |
This is something I often think about when I'm enjoying a juicy tomato (or, 'mater) sandwich. And, it turns out, I'm not the only one. This weekend, I read Southern Heirlooms in Our State magazine. The author of the article, Scott Huler, asks the very same question. He starts with the premise that tomato sandwiches are universal to some degree; however, his ultimate conclusion--and how he gets there--provides for a very insightful look at how important tomato sandwiches are to the Southern summer experience:
"So, a homegrown crop with a long growing season, consumed constantly by people used to doing for themselves, and a sandwich that's a quick and convenient way to eat it. With a native condiment that somehow makes it special. Maybe the tomato sandwich, Southern style, does have a claim to iconic status."Huler also points out how people in this region--specifically his wife--talk about tomato sandwiches in a particularly Southern way. And it occurs to me that I've never heard anyone outside the South mention a tomato sandwich ... ever. So, they may (possibly) eat them, but it's not something you hear them go on about or describe with delight and sentimentality. But Southerners talk about tomato sandwiches--like all of the other foods we love--a lot. You can't shut us up about them. Heck, Rebecca Wells even found a way to work them into one of her novels:
"We'd go to Washington, D.C., where the President and Mrs. Roosevelt would be waiting, begging me to come have tomato sandwiches with the crust cut off." ~Divine Secrets of the Ya Ya Sisterhood
Even the sassy characters of Southern literature love tomato sandwiches. |
So, you decide. Tomato sandwiches: Southern or universal?
Clearly, this is a yankee tomato sandwich. |
Friday, August 26, 2011
This One's for You, East Coast!
Saturday, August 20, 2011
I'm Pretty Sure Cucumbers Aren't Supposed to Resemble the Letter "J"
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Movie Menu Inspiration: 'The Help'
A couple of weeks ago, I talked about movie menu inspirations. So when I saw that Southern Living had a post called "Southern Recipes Inspired by The Help," I secretly hoped they had been reading Savor South. Who am I kidding? I know they haven't. However, I still love the idea behind this piece. They have compiled 27 of their classic recipes in a slideshow, detailing the connection each dish has to the novel/movie.
Monday, August 8, 2011
Another Fun Festival to Add to Your Calendar
Friday, July 29, 2011
Carolina 'Shinefest This Weekend
In addition to spirits, you can enjoy BBQ, bluegrass, stock cars and more. Check it out if you're in the area!
Thursday, July 28, 2011
What's Your Movie Menu Inspiration?
Anyway, Ree (the Pioneer Woman) has a bit of a love affair with the movie and has successfully recreated Truvy's recipe.
But it made me wonder: What about the bleeding armadillo cake? You know, the red velvet groom's cake atrocity served at Shelby's wedding reception in the movie.
Sunday, July 24, 2011
A Biscuit Bar (and Other Great Ideas)
If you're interested in pulling this off for your next soiree, one of Southern Wedding's editors has a how-to guide here.
While you're on the site, search around for other good ideas. For instance, I saw this in one of their entries:
Is that pimento cheese molded into the shape of a beehive? Oh my!
See what I mean??? Check out the Southern Weddings blog right away.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
As for Meesies, I'll Take Cheesies
Cheesies
Ingredients
1 stick margine
1/2 lb. sharp cheddar cheese, grated
1 c. flour
1/2 tsp. salt
1/4 tsp. Tabasco sauce
1 1/2 c. corn flakes
Directions
Cream margarine, add grated cheese and work in the flour to which salt has been added. Add Tabasco sauce and mix in corn flakes. Mixture will be crumbly. Form into small balls and place on a lightly greased cookie sheet. Bake at 350 degrees for about 15-20 minutes or untill dry and lightly brown. Serve with chicken salad, fruit salad or punch. Triple ingredients for a large party batch.
Monday, July 18, 2011
Watermelon With Seeds, Please
So my cousins and I held watermelon seed spitting contests. Who could spit their seeds the farthest? Now I wonder if that simple summer tradition may soon be a thing of the past. I blame it on the seedless watermelon.
It appears I'm not the only one lamenting the absence of seeds. And is it just me, or do those seedless watermelons seem less sweet? What do you think?
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
They're Baaaaa-aaaaack!
Monday, July 11, 2011
You Say Tomato, I Say Heirloom
Grown from seeds handed down from generations, heirlooms are lumpy, bumpy tomatoes that come in a rainbow of colors. They have memorable names like Brandywine, Green Grape, Black Krim, Green Zebra and Mortgage Lifter and are full of flavor (so unlike their bland grocery store cousins).
I chose some Cherokee Purple tomatoes from my local farmers' market that became an inspiration for a summer salad. On a bed of spicy greens and broccoli florets, I added tomato wedges and sliced fried chicken, then drizzled with balsamic vinaigrette dressing. It was almost too pretty to eat!
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Blackberries, Part Two
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Going Back to My Roots
In a city that loves frankfurters, from Stewart's to Hillbilly Hotdogs, Frostop is the best in my book. Maybe it's the nostalgia more than anything ... there aren't too many places left out there where you can see car hops in action.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Before Blackberries Had Batteries
With the arrival of summer, I often think longingly back on the days when I was growing up and the excitement of being out of school for a few months. Living out in the country, there were always plenty of things to do and places to explore. One of the things I remember most about childhood summers, though, is blackberries.
Behind our house was a pasture, and on the fence separating the pasture from the back yard, blackberry vines grew thick and thorny. From the time the first tiny white flowers appeared, I watched the fruit turn from tiny green nodules to red, and finally to deep, blue-black clusters the size of cherry tomatoes.
When the berries were ripe, my grandmother would hand me a plastic bowl and together we would gently fill it with the sun-warmed fruit. She would make sure I watched out for thorns, black snakes and chiggers—three of the hazards of picking blackberries. Our blackberry “orchard” wasn’t a large one, and it would take several afternoons of harvesting before she would declare we had enough for her to make a few pints of blackberry juice.
While a lot of grandmothers might have made blackberry cobblers or blackberry jelly (and mine did many times through the years), my grandmother’s first priority was to preserve a few jars of blackberry juice. She always prescribed it whenever my mother, father or I had a stomachache. And drinking a small amount of it always made us feel better, if for no other reason than the sweet taste of summer and sunshine it provided all year long.
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Assembling a Gift Basket of Southern Food
Anyway ...
I recently took this task upon myself so that I could surprise a friend up North (who hopefully isn't reading this). First, I searched for pre-assembled gift baskets ... because I'm lazy. I knew that North Carolina magazine, Our State, sells gift baskets of N.C. food. And while their BBQ Battle Box does appeal to me, I wanted a greater diversity of food types ... because I'm picky. I also didn't want to pay a lot ... because I'm cheap.
So, as I continued to look around, it became obvious that I wasn't going to find exactly what I was looking for and should just make my own gift basket.
I decided from the get-go not to select anything immediately perishable. As much as I'd like to ship pulled pork or livermush, I decided against getting dry ice involved. I also didn't want the products to all come from my home state (N.C.) or all come from the grocery store (although some came from each/both). So, here's what I came up with:
- Duke's Mayonnaise
- Cheerwine
- Mrs. Campbell's Chow-Chow
- Smokehouse Barbecue Sauce (can't be purchased retail; can only be bought at Lexington Barbecue)
- Charleston Market Benne Wafers
- Guilford Mills Hushpuppy Mix
- Anson Mills Yellow Grits
- Salem Bakery Moravian Cookies
- Salem Bakery Pimento Cheese Straws
Monday, June 20, 2011
Win Lunch with Richard Childress, and a Day at His Winery and Museum
Friday, June 17, 2011
My Achilles ... Tooth?
My sweet tooth is my Achilles heel. If it’s a sweet confection that’s glazed, cream-filled, sprinkled with sugar, dusted with cocoa or covered in frosting, I am powerless to resist it.
Of all the glorious things that can be done to desserts, the application of frosting is by far my favorite. I remember the brownies my grandmother used to make: dark, dense, rich and topped with a layer of chocolate frosting. For years, I didn’t know brownies could come any other way.
And then there are doughnut holes. Doughnut holes are good, right? Bite-sized and glazed, they’re a perfect little snack. But imagine them injected with just a dollop of frosting. That, as far as I’m concerned, renders them practically irresistible. And where can you get such a delectable thing? The Fancy Pastry Shop in Lexington, N.C., of course.
From the time I was a little tow-headed tyke, I remember going with my mother to Fancy Pastry. Inside were glass cases filled with cookies, pies, tarts, turnovers, Danishes, doughnuts, cakes—every sweet imaginable. And bread, rolls and biscuits too.
It’s their cakes, though, that I find most enthralling, because Fancy Pastry’s frosting is the best frosting ever. Light, fluffy, sweet, creamy … it’s sheer perfection. Period.
My mother always insists that her birthday cake come from Fancy Pastry. And, because we share the same sweet tooth gene, she always insists that the top of the cake not have the standard “Happy Birthday” script and a few meager flowers. Rather, it has to be covered entirely in flowers and decoration, resulting in a layer cake with frosting nearly 2 inches thick on top.
What could make a birthday—or any day, for that matter—happier?
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Look What Came in the Mail Today!
I don't think I've ever had farro, but I look forward to coming up with a recipe for it. I'm thinking maybe a risotto with okra and roasted cherry tomatoes. Hmmm ... Any other thoughts? Have any of you tried farro?
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Hyman's: Tourist Trap or Treasure?
A collection of celebrity patrons running the gamut from Jimmy Buffet to Oprah Winfrey was a delightful discovery at Hyman's Seafood in Charleston, S.C., one of my recent vacation stops. Celebrity photos lined the walls, and every table was plastered with little plaques recording famous patrons. It was enough to make any tourist get excited. See how they line up for dinner nearly every night?
Although the tourist in me enjoyed seeing the march of celebrities on the tables and walls, it was a mixed bag when it came to Hyman's food. Boiled peanuts, crab dip and cole slaw were served up while my fellow diners and I perused the menu. The crab dip and cole slaw were average quality, and the peanuts were just plain cold.
I ordered the fried trout, hush puppies and sweet potato as my side. The hush puppies were hot and crispy with just the right touch of sweetness, and the trout had a nice buttery flavor.
After our meal, my friends and I dropped into the restaurant's General Store to pick up souvenirs. But nothing said "tourist" on my visit as much as the neon green plastic bag I was given to carry my purchase. I stepped out on Meeting Street as a walking billboard for Hyman's. No use pretending I was a local, at least not today!