The closest I’ve ever come to living in the American South is a week I spent in Kentucky with my first wife (I call her “Cute-poet-chick” online) for a family wedding.
It. Was. Gorgeous.
Cute-poet-chick said I have a “hick fixation”, because I’m so charmed by Southern manners, accents, and folkways. I say I just appreciate cultures that are not my own.
And the food, of course!
She doesn’t just cook up my own Southern favorites, like Pimento cheese,
Louisiana meat pies,
and that beverage of sublime glory, sweet iced tea,
but she also introduces me to things I’ve never even heard of before! Click the thumbnails to see some remarkably yummy-sounding dishes, all of which I want to cook one day soon (all photos courtesy of Mary at Deep South Dish):
I’ll leave you with a little story that Mary’s blog reminded me of. One day, Cute-poet-chick told me she was going to make banana pudding. Being a northener, I assumed she meant banana-flavored pudding, and I made a face and said I disliked it. I don’t like banana-flavored stuff, but I do love bananas. Anyway, turns out Southern banana pudding is vanilla pudding with Nilla wafers and bananas in it! I loved the stuff, and ate more than my share, which ticked her off no end, and she teased me for years about how I’d lied about not liking banana pudding, then stolen it from her.
Good times, good times.
Food and memory. Completely intertwined. Head on over to Deep South Dish and make some memories of your own.