Why ARE Southerners so fat?
So I was browsing through this piece on Time’s site headlined “Why are Southerners so fat?”
Reading all about fried chicken and cornbread and gravy made me so hungry that I wandered down to the snack bar to grab myself a Snickers bar.
But hey, at least it wasn’t a deep-fried Snickers bar! Compared to that, a regular Snickers bar is like, eating tofu, right?
Except it tastes a lot better than tofu.
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Normal
July 14th, 2009
4:03 pm
Onje word! Fried food…no, wait that’s two…wait a minute, while I count my teeth…uh, two words! Fried food!
josef nix
July 14th, 2009
4:05 pm
Okay, Jay! I see you took my advice. This ought to be fun!
josef nix
July 14th, 2009
4:05 pm
Fat and sassy!
Normal
July 14th, 2009
4:11 pm
Napolean said that an army moves on its stomach…That ought to scare the hedouble toothpicks out of them yankees now…just sayin’
godless heathen
July 14th, 2009
4:11 pm
No snow to shovel?
Dogs Against Whiners
July 14th, 2009
4:13 pm
Manual’s wings.
DB, Gwinnettian
July 14th, 2009
4:15 pm
Ok, I actually like tofu. Especially when it’s fried.
DB, Gwinnettian
July 14th, 2009
4:18 pm
Obviously, it’s because the lazy-fare approach to development that tends to favor quick and cheap exurbian development with no walkability whatsoever so prevalent among Southren politicians, has left many in the ‘burbs with no way to get around save by car.
Mrs. Godzilla
July 14th, 2009
4:19 pm
Well, I can tell ya’ why.
The foods great. If it’s slow enough to catch, bread it and drop it in the hot grease! YUM!!
However, since taking on MiMi’s eldercare, we have cleaned up our act big time and fast. I’m not frying chicken and mashing taters and
rollin’ biscuits for Mr. G and then making a heart healthy meal for MiMi too. So it’s heart healthy for all of us now.
My little garden does not really produce enough, so the ‘Zillettes and I went down to the big farmers market last saturday. We spent the weekend blanching and freezing roughly a gazillion pounds of squash and beans and greens….It’s all wonderful.
I may however, sneak out under the dark of night to Bojangles or Cap’n D’s….am experiencing withdrawal…..must have fat….
Trust me
July 14th, 2009
4:21 pm
I hate to be the one to break this to y’all but it ain’t the southern cookin’ that done y’all in. I know for a fact that you can eat fried chicken and bacon and biscuits and gravy and grits and on and on without gettin’ fat. But, you go and modify yore chickens and pigs and cows with all sorts of bull to make ‘em fatter and then turn around and eat that stuff and drink that happy cow milk, well, you get fatter. It don’t take no rocket science to figure out why Monsanto had to finally quit sellin’ them bovine hormones that they said were all right without doing any testing (because part of their motto is to just sell as much as they can and make as much money as they can before anyone gets wiser and to let the FDA and EPA sort it all out after they done spent the profits and passed any left overs on to their step kids). All it takes is the ability to read. At least, that’s part of the story. The whole story would just take too long without turnin’ it into a book and we all know how Republicans and books get along. The only one they ever really took a likin’ to was that Ray Bradbury book. They was ready to torch all the libraries for a while there until someone reminded them that there just might be another Good Book in there on an obscure and dusty shelf and they wouldn’t want to go and burn it up.
josef nix
July 14th, 2009
4:22 pm
Mrs. G–Deacon Burton’s! Heart attack on a plate, but what a way to go!
Mrs. Godzilla
July 14th, 2009
4:26 pm
Trust me
I think you bring up a valid issue…..
We are careful to buy our food as “unadulterated” as possible….
but we never really know.
josef nix
when I get really steamed with Mr. G, I threaten to murder him by big southern breakfast…..fry 3 eggs and breakfast taters in the grease of one pound of bacon………
getalife
July 14th, 2009
4:28 pm
Steele on bringing minority voters into the GOP: “My plan is to say, ‘Ya’ll come!’ I got the fried chicken and potato salad!”
Steele’s fault.
Hillbilly Deluxe
July 14th, 2009
4:29 pm
For starters I’m, 5′ 11″ and weigh 170 so I don’t reckon I’m fat.
The answer to original question is a no-brainer. The food is so much better. Every time I ever went up North I liked to have died until I could get back into Kentucky or Tennessee and get something to eat.
And by the way, I eat the same greasy, fried stuff my grandparents did and they lived to between 85 and 92. I may die but I won’t die hungry.
josef nix
July 14th, 2009
4:31 pm
Ms G–one of my favorite lines from Cybill was when she said, “in Memphis we just invite you over to dinner and shave 10 years off your life!”
Mr. Snarky
July 14th, 2009
4:31 pm
We eat huge meals and drive everywhere. Simple enough?
Angry Black Man
July 14th, 2009
4:35 pm
Who are you calling fat?
josef nix
July 14th, 2009
4:35 pm
The Unmentionable is making fried pork chops, fried corn, butterbeans with salt pork, smashed taters (add more butter at the table), and nanner puddin as we speak! Mmm, ain’t love grand!
Mrs. Godzilla
July 14th, 2009
4:36 pm
mmmmmm…..nana pudding…..
Mrs. Godzilla
July 14th, 2009
4:37 pm
gotta double or triple coat those chops first….
josef nix
July 14th, 2009
4:38 pm
Angry Black Man
“Who are you calling fat?”
My Lirrle Bit says, “I’m zaftig with hips plainly built for child bearin’!”
Trust me
July 14th, 2009
4:38 pm
Besides, the menu at the Chinese restaurant — and, do I even need to ask if you have ever seen a fat Chinese person — even has fried ice cream on it. Everything on the menu is fried, even the rice. And it is so good. I have a hard time stickin’ to the traditional southern fried food selection and I am most certainly southern born and raised on fried chicken, fried okra, fried squash, fried ham, fried taters, fried fish… It’s the ‘fried’ analogue to the varieties of shrimp named off in that movie about them other southern boys that were forced to fight in the war of Asian aggression together. At least they didn’t have to fight on opposite sides but that is another story.
josef nix
July 14th, 2009
4:40 pm
Ms G–a friend of mine’s mama came back from visting a sister she didn’t care for and said, “the only thing she had to eat was a mean-ole-dried up-I-hate-you pork chop!”
Scooter
July 14th, 2009
4:41 pm
Ms G,
If you make biscuits with that “killer” breakfast please let me know when you have an empty seat. I’ll bring the fig preserves!
AmVet
July 14th, 2009
4:42 pm
When I was a lad we had JFK’s Council on Youth Fitness and the Council on Physical Fitness.
“But the achievement of the Council on Youth Fitness was as much political as educational. In a general political sense, the actions of the Kennedy Council can be seen as a minor triumph of liberal Democratic thinking. A nationwide problem was identified and a national response was developed through the resources of the federal government, producing, if not a solution, at least an improvement.”
http://www.jfklibrary.org/Historical+Resources/JFK+in+History/The+Federal+Government+Takes+on+Physical+Fitness+Page+3.htm
Now the little darlings do absolutely nothing but sit around on their fatasses and play with their Wii’s or whatever.
If I were King, there would again be Phys Ed every semester through the twelfth grade.
getalife, I saw where he’s gonna speak at the NAACP’s annual meeting and wants to “bridge the gap.”
A suggestion Mr. Non-Steele, ditch the Old White Crackers that still predominate in your party and try again…
josef nix
July 14th, 2009
4:42 pm
Let’s see if this one gets moderated
In all seriousness, a population such as ours which has faced starvation in a burnt to the ground wasteland has a different approach to groceries. “As G-d as my witness, I’ll never go hungry again!”
Angry Black Man
July 14th, 2009
4:43 pm
Josef, by most measures of BMI I fall in the obese category. Most calculations do not take into account that muscle is more dense than fat. I am by no means Mr. Olympia, but I’m not humpty dumpty either.
To answer your question Jay, southerners are more fat because we don’t pay lip service to that whole thin as a rail image. We live our lives, period. No hollywood type diets. And, I think Trust Me hit a homerun with his post. It’s not how we eat or how we fix it, it’s what we’re eating.
Scooter
July 14th, 2009
4:44 pm
josef can I come to supper at your house? Ya”ll making me hungry!
josef nix
July 14th, 2009
4:44 pm
Am Vet–old white crackers are pretty good if you grind ‘em up real good and add ‘em to pork sausage, hamburger, make meatballs and then serve with a cream gravy sauce…
josef nix
July 14th, 2009
4:46 pm
Scooter–y’all come, now, y’heah and bring mommernem!
josef nix
July 14th, 2009
4:47 pm
Angry Black Man–eat what you want, just work it off! (Do as I say, not as I do!
getalife
July 14th, 2009
4:47 pm
After you get fat on Steele’s food:
House Health Care Plan Released, Will Boost Taxes On Rich.
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090714/ap_on_go_co/us_health_care_overhaul
Hillbilly Deluxe
July 14th, 2009
4:47 pm
Josef @ 4:42
On a serious note, I’ve heard Daddy (a child of the 20’s-30’s) say many times, “Go to bed hungry and you won’t ever forget it”.
Mrs. Godzilla
July 14th, 2009
4:50 pm
Scooter
As a transplanted yankee, I must admit my biscuits (and my backside)
are both a 6. But, I’m still working on both.
Trust me
July 14th, 2009
4:52 pm
Well, Mrs. G., another good thing to get in the habit of doing is to tend to the garden weeds yourself and to just pick off the unwanted bugs from the vegetables or let them eat a little bit too because you sure don’t want to put your trust in a company like Monsanto when they tell you all about how safe their Roundup is. It’s about like their dirty chemicals that went into Lysol that they don’t like to talk about or about all their now banned products or about their little messes at all of those superfund sites all over the country. It is truly amazing how one company could have so many toxic waste sites all over this one country that us taxpayers have to pay to clean up. It ain’t pretty but you would never know it to hear them talk. They’re more interested in changing the subject to genetically modified crops that are designed to resist the effects of their herbicide, Roundup. Then again, they have lots of money and money talks in a real sweet voice to those with a mind to listen to its lure.
DoggoneGA
July 14th, 2009
4:53 pm
The world’s easiest to remember diet: eat less and move more
Normal
July 14th, 2009
4:53 pm
I’m sorry I had to go pay my taxes for being bad at math, but now that I’m here…MIZ G. Waffle House; Three egges over easy, hash browns, bacon, and peacan waffle every morning for ten years…Don’t know how many years it took off my life, but if you gotta go, go happy, just sayin’
——-
JOSEF, I keep telling you, young, plump crackers are the best, especially if they’re from South Georghia…Must be that onion thing…
—————-
My trainer at the gym says I’m carrying 52 pounds of fat on my bod, but if I lost all of that I’d weigh less than Michael Jackson…Maybe my white buttkit could do the moonwalk, then…eewww.
josef nix
July 14th, 2009
4:54 pm
Hillbilly–talking about the Depression. Mama said that being in the country, they had plenty to eat but the consumer economy had vanished and cash to buy clothes and shoes was just not there. She said, “we were the fattest bunch of little raggedy-a** kids you ever saw!”
Normal
July 14th, 2009
4:56 pm
MIZ G, your 4:50…There’s your mistake, it’s not the biscuits that count, it’s the gravy, consentrate on the gravy, oh be still, my fluttering heart…
josef nix
July 14th, 2009
4:56 pm
NORMAL Lost 250 lbs of ugly fat, but she (he) found her (his) way back home.
Redneck Convert
July 14th, 2009
4:57 pm
Well, I sometimes read Bookman’s stuff to the missus but you can bet your life I won’t be reading this one to her. You don’t mess around with a hot-tempered woman that weighs 350 lbs. and has lots of heavy frying pans. She likes to say she’s big-boned and that’s the reason she weighs so much. I think it might could have something to do with the fact she eats just once a day but she eats for two hours when she does. If you’re ever around her table at Ryans just be sure to keep your fingers at least two feet from her plate.
That’s all I’m going to say. Have a good night everybody.
DoggoneGA
July 14th, 2009
4:57 pm
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Trust me
July 14th, 2009
4:57 pm
Am Vet–old white crackers are pretty good if you grind ‘em up real good and add ‘em to pork sausage, hamburger, make meatballs and then serve with a cream gravy sauce…
They also make a good filler in a squash casserole. But, don’t grind them up. Just crumble them a little.
josef nix
July 14th, 2009
4:58 pm
Ms G–not to worry. My mama was a superb cook, but she couldn’t make biscuits worth a sh*t. We used to save ‘em a play Civil War. Granddaddy said if Lee had had Mama’s biscuits, we’d have won the war.
Normal
July 14th, 2009
4:59 pm
TRUST ME: One of the best pesticides is nicotine. If you or you have friends that smoke, get them to save their cig butts. Soak them in water, strain the water and spray. Even bugs know that cigarettes aren’t good for you and they go away. The fruit and veggies are easily washed clean and there you go.
Mr. Snarky
July 14th, 2009
4:59 pm
Redneck, that sounds like a whole lot of woman!
Brad Steel
July 14th, 2009
5:00 pm
Southerner: Chicken-fry it up real good!
Waiter: It’s a salad.
Southerner: Put some ranch dressing on it after it’s real good and chicken-fried.
Kamchak
July 14th, 2009
5:00 pm
josef
Went back to you Sat. pm post at 10:33. I can understand your frustration at having such a thoughtful post moderated for no apparent reason. Having said that, I don’t see that our “Southerness” has been educated away, as this thread clearly illustrates.
Fat-@ssed Redneck
July 14th, 2009
5:02 pm
Question and answer language efficiency: More gravy? More gravy!!!
Normal
July 14th, 2009
5:02 pm
JOSEF: My wife said she lost 25 pounds…I said don’t turn around, but I think I found it…15 stitches later….
Scooter
July 14th, 2009
5:03 pm
Ms G, My mom was born here and never could make a good biscuit.My granma made the best “cat heads” ever. I guess you either have the talet or you don’t. ???
I Report (-: You Whine )-:
July 14th, 2009
5:03 pm
I didn’t know Mrs. Obozo was a southerner.
Hillbilly Deluxe
July 14th, 2009
5:04 pm
It was common up here in the hills for kids to only get one pair of shoes a year on up into the 1950’s. Barefoot in summer, new shoes in the fall, and some didn’t get that. When Daddy was a kid here, (Mama too), they didn’t have any cash and there were two or three years of drought in row, (like recently) so they couldn’t grow enough to feed theirselves, they hunted when they could (deer were almost extinct in Georgia until Ranger Arthur Woody started his restocking program in 1927). All they really had to hunt were squirrels and rabbits. I can remember my Grandpa talking about walking to school in the 1890’s as a boy and seeing a deer track in the snow and how rare that was then. In his day they only went to school the winter months, spring, summer, and fall were for working from age 6 on up.
josef nix
July 14th, 2009
5:06 pm
Kamchak–glad you’re here. That was why I was so pi**ed. I was really interested in what you were saying and I wanted to make my point in respect to how outsiders (I mean non United Statesers) see us…but, as for here, this IS fun, and this is probably not the best time to go off on it, but so long as we are “a happy colorful people” we are acceptable, it’s when we try to move into a more sophisticated expression of that identity that we meet with “the wall.” We’ll pick back up on it. And in reference to your post earlier, no, I was NOT offended, I was anything but.
Trust me
July 14th, 2009
5:07 pm
Normal,
Thanks for the tip. I don’t smoke but I suppose I could just scoop up some butts off the side of the road for a trial run. Also, wouldn’t that cause a problem with tomatoes. I thought they were very sensitive to some type of tobacco related disease. My biggest problems in the garden are with japanese beetles. Those little suckers can pack away some leaves.
josef nix
July 14th, 2009
5:08 pm
Brad Steel–Granddaddy used to make a salad of tiny mustard greens, shallots, cherry tomatoes and then pour a “little” hot bacon grease over it! MMM!
@@
July 14th, 2009
5:10 pm
Why is anybody fat, jay?
Because it’s much easier to open a box, bag or can than it is to cook in a traditional way.
Heck, show me a family who enjoys a meal TOGETHER these days. It’s a rarity.
If it’s not fast food for working parents, it’s dinner at 9 P.M. Sleeping with fat intact.
ewwwwww
Normal
July 14th, 2009
5:10 pm
Josef & HillBilly, My Grandfather owned a lumber mill in southeast Kentucky, and Mom said they never had any money, but they could trade lumber for all they needed. She said the hardest part of the Depression for her, was the men who would walk in the 20 miles one way to ask for a job and be refused. She said Grandpa never let them leave on an empty stomach, built a small barracks for them to spend the night in, and gave them a sack lunch to take with them after breakfast. the completely odd part of this story is that she never saw the same face twice. No one tried to take advantage of a good situation. To me, that fact makes them the Greatest Generation all by itself…
Brad Steel
July 14th, 2009
5:12 pm
hot bacon grease is the only thing on the menu in heaven.
Kamchak
July 14th, 2009
5:12 pm
josef
Thanks. As I said earlier it has been a long time time since I lent my voice to that much anger and I am sorry that it was you that I vented at.
Normal
July 14th, 2009
5:13 pm
TRUST ME: Never had problems with my tomatos and I know for a fact, the little jappers don’t like nicotine…
Normal
July 14th, 2009
5:14 pm
Brad Steel, If there’s a Heaven, then that’s a fact!
Hillbilly Deluxe
July 14th, 2009
5:16 pm
Normal:
I’ve heard Daddy talk about the “hobos” who walked the roads in the 30’s looking for a meal. He said they would come by the house (and this was off the beaten path) looking for a meal. My grandparents would always feed them, a full meal if they had it and what they could spare if they didn’t. Like your folks, he said they never saw the same face twice.
Trust me
July 14th, 2009
5:16 pm
I probably shouldn’t be helpin’ a bunch of northerners make good southern style biscuits but I am feeling all friendly and such so I may as well help you folks out that don’t know the proper way to mix your crisco and flour and milk (preferably, buttermilk). There is a biscuit mix available that takes most of the work out of the task. It is called Formula L Southern Biscuits. I have purchased it from Ingles but it may be available in other stores too. Just follow the directions and it’ll work as long as you do it right. Otherwise, I suppose I could put together a video for a nominal fee like a good fried pork chop or somethin’.
Normal
July 14th, 2009
5:16 pm
My doctor and I always argue about this kind of thing, so we came to an agreement. I’ll do pretty much what he says until I’m seventy. After that, all bets are off and I’m going to ENJOY my last years! Don’t want to live a long life if it’s boring..,.Just sayin’
josef nix
July 14th, 2009
5:17 pm
The Lafayette, Louisiana, Hadassah did a great cookbook on how to adapt Southern cuisine to the rules of Kasruth. I’ve got a copy and have used it when fixin’ up a meal for folks from Up North who do keep kosher.
Joey
July 14th, 2009
5:17 pm
In my rural Gwinnett world it was two pairs of shoes each year. Brogans in the fall when school started, followed by hi-top sneakers, we called them tennis shoes, in the spring (Georgia’s spring began in late February-early March) that were intended to last until we could go bare-foot in the summer.
Nothing like breaking the soil for planting behind a horse in bare feet.
Hillbilly Deluxe
July 14th, 2009
5:19 pm
Normal:
Mama’s Doc asked if she pulled the skin off her chicken. She said, “Yeah……..right before I eat it.”
josef nix
July 14th, 2009
5:20 pm
Granddaddy said you’d live to be a hundred avoiding all those things you want to live to be a hundred to enjoy, everything in moderation including moderation.
Normal
July 14th, 2009
5:26 pm
Joey, sounds like you learned to do a little side step and a hop, skip, and jump or two…
josef nix
July 14th, 2009
5:26 pm
Okay, family story time. My great grandmother would meet you at the gate with her side arm and if you were from Up North you were told to keep movin’. Granny was a bit more liberal. She didn’t go armed, but she only let one Yankee on her place her life long. It was during the Depression and this boy came to the gate, “the dirtiest, raggediest, scrawniest little thing I ever saw” begging a meal. Granny took him in, scrubbed him raw in the tub outside, burned his lousy clothes, dressed him and brought him in and fed him. He was Vermont and his parents had died leaving him orphaned at 12. He had wandered South. When asked, Granny said, “he was my test from G-d.” He lived with my grandparents until he was grown, joined the Army, served in WWII, came back and GI Bill, went to university and became an engineer in California. He kept in touch with my grandparents, coming back to visit and attending their funerals. Other Yankees? Well, as Granny said, I passed my test!
josef nix
July 14th, 2009
5:31 pm
BTW–Granny WOULD feed you at the gate if you were from Up North, she just wouldn’t let you on the place. “They’re G-d’s children, too. They’re just not mine.”
GayGrayGeek
July 14th, 2009
5:32 pm
Scooter @ 5:03 – I guess you either have the talet or you don’t. ???
My great-great-grandmother’s biscuit recipe is about to fade away. My mama never could make ‘em, and bless her heart my aunt has tried So Many Times to teach me, but I just have never been able to make anything other than little round door-stops. Granny Mell’s “bickies” will only be a memory once my elderly aunt passes on.
josef nix
July 14th, 2009
5:34 pm
GayGrayGeek
Must say, my biscuits are weapons of mass destruction like Mama’s, but the Unmentionable’s are as good as Granny’s–course it took him 30 years!
Normal
July 14th, 2009
5:36 pm
Funny we’re talkin’ about all this fried stuff and I’m actually preparing to grill a honey dijon mustard boneless, skinless chicken breasts. Great marinade..apple cider vinegar, green onions, MAN-aise,
dijon mustard and honey, pure and natural. But the side dish is red beans and rice, and the sausage ain’t turkey…that would be unAmerican.
I might try that fried salad though…
Hillbilly Deluxe
July 14th, 2009
5:37 pm
My Grandpa kept a shotgun hanging over the door so it was always within reach when he opened the door but I never knew of him taking it down on anybody. Once when I was a kid a Revenue officer did stop by and ask to look around. Grandpa told him, “Look around all you want son but if you’re trying to catch me you’re 40 years too late.”
The only person I ever knew of him holding a grudge against (other than people who reported stills) was an old man who lived up the road (long before my time) who had been a Union spy. I think he was upset with him more because he spied on his neighbors than because he was a Union man.
Trust me
July 14th, 2009
5:38 pm
Barefoot in the yard was just the way it was when I was growing up. Then came the blight that took out the chestnut trees. That’s when I learned that God does listen to our prayers although one might conclude that he does indeed act in mysterious ways since it might have been better to see to it that we just got shoes, I suppose. Anyway, those burs hurt. A sweetgum bur is like walking on grass compared to those thorny chestnut burs.
Hillbilly Deluxe
July 14th, 2009
5:39 pm
Back to food. I’d give anything if I could have one more of Granny’s peach cobblers or one more of Grandma’s fried peach pies.
Trust me
July 14th, 2009
5:41 pm
Cobblers is easy and you don’t even have to fry them.
I Report (-: You Whine )-:
July 14th, 2009
5:43 pm
As politicians in Washington, DC debate what to do about global warming, the Northeast has been hit with record low temperatures this morning.
According to ABC News, the cities of Binghamton and Rochester in New York and Hartford, CT experienced record lows for July today.
Meanwhile, here in the Granite State, temperatures in Concord fell to 47-degress this morning, the lowest since 1940. Temperatures in Portsmouth came within one degree of the lowest ever in July.
TW
July 14th, 2009
5:47 pm
Simple – costs more to eat healthy. Because fat, lazy, and stupid are inherent in Southern DNA, that makes for alot ALOT of poor people. Not only that, these masses are so easily controlled by the entities that encourage their ‘fatness,’ make money off it, that they actually promote an unhealthy climate for themselves in which to live.
YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
josef nix
July 14th, 2009
5:48 pm
Talking about fried food…had a coworker once down home who was from Chicago and wanted to try “real Southern food.” So we took her to the railroad workers cafe, Macks by the Tracks (went there with Tennessee Williams, but that’s another story for another time). She wanted to know what to order. We told her if it sounds like it would be good fried, order it. She thought we were joking. So when we got there we called Miz Mack aside and told her to bring us an order of her specialite de maison, but keep it quiet. Well, it arrived and Bonnie tried one, then another, then another. “What kind of seafood is it?” Not seafood, Dear, fried pickles! She wouldn’t believe it until Miz Mack took her to the kitchen to watch ‘em being fixed. A tragedy was narrowly avoided when Mack’s caught fire in the night. Turned out the fire in the kitchen had burned for nearly an hour before the firefighters arrived. But, they were happy to report, and the local paper carried the story, Mack’s would stay open. It was just the grease on the walls burning and the fire never reached the walls!
Trust me
July 14th, 2009
5:48 pm
Someone put an apple in that pig’s mouth and put him on the spit. Ruinin’ all this good food talk just ain’t sociable. Well, time to go help with the salmon patties, fried, and a side of fresh grilled vegetables. My contribution to global warming for the evening to help offset that chill in the air.
Joey
July 14th, 2009
5:50 pm
I’m cooking Salmon Patties and cheese biscuits for Joette.
And yes I am overweight, but she is fine, just fine.
josef nix
July 14th, 2009
5:51 pm
Trust Me–on our farm Mom found a Chestnut coming back and it has been studied by Mississippi State!
Hillbilly Deluxe
July 14th, 2009
5:53 pm
TW:
Bless yer heart.
josef nix
July 14th, 2009
5:54 pm
FRIED PIES–mmm, one of my specialties! Folks say, how do you do that? Don’t dare tell ‘em. The secret is lard. Lard in the pastry and fried in lard!
josef nix
July 14th, 2009
5:56 pm
Hillbilly Deluxe to TW–Thank you. I’m supposed to be bein’ nice and civil.
Mrs. Godzilla
July 14th, 2009
5:56 pm
Normal
You’re right about the gravy. I put in ALOT of sausage.
But then, any man I ever wanted – I got with gravy of one sort or another! MeMe makes biscuits from heaven, pours the floor into an immaculately clean dish towel.
Redneck Convert
A husband at 350 is alot easier to handle. Just wave the carrot cake.
Scooter
My talent is sauces. Baking is my kryptonite.
Hillbilly
Poor city kids had school shoes and sneakers too. Usually from Sears. The girls also had ’sunday’ shoes, one of the benefits of estrogen I guess.
josef nix
July 14th, 2009
5:58 pm
Cobblers–have ‘em at least once a week around here. One of the Unmentionable’s specialties. He’s diabetic and has perfected one with splenda that, swear to G-d, is as good as one with sugar. I’ve stood and watched, and he don’t cheat!
DoggoneGA
July 14th, 2009
6:00 pm
“on our farm Mom found a Chestnut coming back and it has been studied by Mississippi State”
They found one on FDR State Park land that is big enough to produce nuts. That’s very nearly a miracle here in the South.
Hillbilly Deluxe
July 14th, 2009
6:00 pm
Tried to post this already but think it was eaten.
Granny’s peach cobbler had a doughy (if that’s a word) crust, not those flaky things they have now. The best part was the layer of dumplins between each layer of peaches. These cobblers were 6-7″ deep and a foot or more in diameter. The fried pies Grandma made were totally different from a cobbler. Both were mighty fine eatin’ though.
josef nix
July 14th, 2009
6:02 pm
Mrs G–There we were Jewish in the cotton patch, but we had “Sunday” shoes, too!
josef nix
July 14th, 2009
6:04 pm
Hillbilly Deluxe–when the Unmentionable and I first got together and were still trying to impress each other, I went and got apples, sun dried ‘em, the used ‘em to do the fried pies. The way to a man’s heart….
josef nix
July 14th, 2009
6:06 pm
Doggone–I need to check on the one at “the Old Place.” My nephew is living there now. I need to call and find out. She found it, I guess, nigh onto 40 years ago.
Normal
July 14th, 2009
6:06 pm
Josef; I use splenda too, but for recipes that call for brown sugar
I use Diabetisweet brand. Works wonders with cinnamon in things like apple crisp. I figure your unmentionable may all ready know about it, but if he doesn’t he should try it.
Hillbilly Deluxe
July 14th, 2009
6:07 pm
There are some chestnuts in the mountains that sprout from the stumps of the old trees. The blight kills the tree but not the roots. The sprouts will grow ’til they get about 15-20′ tall,then take the blight and die.
Y’all know what a chinquapin (pronouncec chinky-pin locally) is?
I Report (-: You Whine )-:
July 14th, 2009
6:07 pm
This is a sham blog topic, you are totally unqualified to discuss good food unless you’ve eaten your way around Shecago a couple times.
Every day that I awake in this Georgia hell hole, I crave a simple, lowly sausage, egg and pepper sandwich, the last time I was back there, I quietly wept as I ate one.
You people don’t make food around here, you ruin it.
Normal
July 14th, 2009
6:08 pm
josef nix
July 14th, 2009
5:51 pm
Trust Me–on our farm Mom found a Chestnut coming back and it has been studied by Mississippi State!
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That,s because “Village Smithy” is a graduate course at Miss State…Just jokin’
josef nix
July 14th, 2009
6:09 pm
Hillbilly–yep, I know what a chinquapin is! Folks down in Mobile had ‘em and boy could you get into a good fight!