Meg -
How long have you been living in the south? You don't like grits OR shrimp? Oh my. What about divinity? or...pecan pralines...or....cornbread (yuck)...or fried chicken and black eyed peas cooked with fatback? or real biscuits (not scones for our European readers) but real biscuits (which probably favor hard tack).
LOLOLOL...hard tack. Actually, I like scones with the proper jam...they have some good ones in England. I've lived in the South for most of my adult life and I never did learn to like shrimp or grits. I have EATEN shrimp, but I don't like it and would never order it. That's like eating bugs to me. My mother came from the South as did her family, with whom I spent a lot of time. Divinity? Love it. Pralines, especially in ice cream, love 'em. Fried Chicken? I don't like meat served so that the part part being eaten is easily identifiable. If I know I'm eating a leg, I can't do it. There is one exception to this rule and that is baby back spare ribs. Those are just too fricking good. Also, I hate blood vessels and nerves right there in my mouth. It's this kind of stuff that keeps me off of Fear Factor.
Cornbread? If made well, I can deal with it...but I need a LOT of butter. Real biscuits? Also, if made well and with lots of butter and a good jam. Black eyed peas? My grandmother served it to me for the first time when I was 10. I loved ketchup so she got me to eat those fuckers by telling me that they were pork and beans without ketchup. So, I put ketchup on them and ate them, thinking I was eating pork and beans. I don't mind them but I wouldn't go out of my way for them.
I wish that I had a good old fashioned cast iron frying pan. That's really the only way to cook proper corn bread. I make it when I make certain things like pinto beans, which in itself is rare. But, I have been known to do that. I do try to shy away from fat, whether it's from a back or a belly. I use meat and bones for flavor, not fat.
Don't forget that I was married to an Italian whose family cooked quite well. They also ate at great restaurants. We made, ate and enjoyed foods of all kinds. They ate a lot of seafood (which as I said, I don't like.), and they ALWAYS had seafood at holidays. It was religious, Italian or both, I don't know which.
One Easter they had octopus or squid or something gross like that and asked me how I knew I didn't like it if I never tried it. So, I tried it right there for them. I didn't like it. It was like chewing cardboard. I unwittingly annoyed the HELL out of my mother-in-law by bringing a Wee Butterball to a dinner where she served duck. It was pot luck but I guess the entree was her pervue and I shouldn't have done that, I should have brought an artichoke or eggplant. I meant well. I hate duck too, by the way. I know what the ENTIRE body part is with duck.
My mother made the best lasagna that I ever had and her recipe is famous even after her death. I have it down to a tee and apparently, my daughter does as well. She always gets raves when she makes it as do I. I want to make that sometime soon, I wonder for whom I should make lasagna? It isn't easy, you know. Whatever, I have been thinking about it lately. I do enjoy cooking when I can do it really well.
So, if I could, I would open a restaurant. I would do that well with my recipes...as my son said when he was 4, I'm a "good cooker, Mommy!"
OK then, I should go take a shower. The last time I took a shower I forgot to bring the razor with me and there's no one to holler for when I need someone to bring me crap in the shower. So, I have some hairy legs going on down there, not to mention my pits. That's another downside of divorce. It takes a LONG time before you even GET to that point in a relationship and that's after you even FIND another person that you like well enough to call from a shower, which is a trick in itself. The upside is it really doesn't matter as much if I shave my pits or if I don't. No one sees them anyway.
Anyway, I do like the way knee high socks feel when my legs are freshly shaved so shower-bound I am,
see ya.
Meg
How long have you been living in the south? You don't like grits OR shrimp? Oh my. What about divinity? or...pecan pralines...or....cornbread (yuck)...or fried chicken and black eyed peas cooked with fatback? or real biscuits (not scones for our European readers) but real biscuits (which probably favor hard tack).
LOLOLOL...hard tack. Actually, I like scones with the proper jam...they have some good ones in England. I've lived in the South for most of my adult life and I never did learn to like shrimp or grits. I have EATEN shrimp, but I don't like it and would never order it. That's like eating bugs to me. My mother came from the South as did her family, with whom I spent a lot of time. Divinity? Love it. Pralines, especially in ice cream, love 'em. Fried Chicken? I don't like meat served so that the part part being eaten is easily identifiable. If I know I'm eating a leg, I can't do it. There is one exception to this rule and that is baby back spare ribs. Those are just too fricking good. Also, I hate blood vessels and nerves right there in my mouth. It's this kind of stuff that keeps me off of Fear Factor.
Cornbread? If made well, I can deal with it...but I need a LOT of butter. Real biscuits? Also, if made well and with lots of butter and a good jam. Black eyed peas? My grandmother served it to me for the first time when I was 10. I loved ketchup so she got me to eat those fuckers by telling me that they were pork and beans without ketchup. So, I put ketchup on them and ate them, thinking I was eating pork and beans. I don't mind them but I wouldn't go out of my way for them.
I wish that I had a good old fashioned cast iron frying pan. That's really the only way to cook proper corn bread. I make it when I make certain things like pinto beans, which in itself is rare. But, I have been known to do that. I do try to shy away from fat, whether it's from a back or a belly. I use meat and bones for flavor, not fat.
Don't forget that I was married to an Italian whose family cooked quite well. They also ate at great restaurants. We made, ate and enjoyed foods of all kinds. They ate a lot of seafood (which as I said, I don't like.), and they ALWAYS had seafood at holidays. It was religious, Italian or both, I don't know which.
One Easter they had octopus or squid or something gross like that and asked me how I knew I didn't like it if I never tried it. So, I tried it right there for them. I didn't like it. It was like chewing cardboard. I unwittingly annoyed the HELL out of my mother-in-law by bringing a Wee Butterball to a dinner where she served duck. It was pot luck but I guess the entree was her pervue and I shouldn't have done that, I should have brought an artichoke or eggplant. I meant well. I hate duck too, by the way. I know what the ENTIRE body part is with duck.
My mother made the best lasagna that I ever had and her recipe is famous even after her death. I have it down to a tee and apparently, my daughter does as well. She always gets raves when she makes it as do I. I want to make that sometime soon, I wonder for whom I should make lasagna? It isn't easy, you know. Whatever, I have been thinking about it lately. I do enjoy cooking when I can do it really well.
So, if I could, I would open a restaurant. I would do that well with my recipes...as my son said when he was 4, I'm a "good cooker, Mommy!"
OK then, I should go take a shower. The last time I took a shower I forgot to bring the razor with me and there's no one to holler for when I need someone to bring me crap in the shower. So, I have some hairy legs going on down there, not to mention my pits. That's another downside of divorce. It takes a LONG time before you even GET to that point in a relationship and that's after you even FIND another person that you like well enough to call from a shower, which is a trick in itself. The upside is it really doesn't matter as much if I shave my pits or if I don't. No one sees them anyway.
Anyway, I do like the way knee high socks feel when my legs are freshly shaved so shower-bound I am,
see ya.
Meg
posted by Meg Kelso | 10:21 AM
4 Comments:
I make wicked Divinity...if the gods smile and it's neither to hot nor too cold..or humid....
Yep, there is a trick to making it right. I like the old fashioned recipes which did require a bit of luck as well as talent...it made for such anticipation!
Meg
I grew up and currently live at the Jersey shore. It's almost blaspemy that I don't like seafood. Ick. Mr. Jaded is from MA and LOVES it. I refuse to even let him cook his own seafood in the house because just the smell makes me gag.
The whole Italian seafood thing at Christmas (7 fishes feast) tends to be more of a southern Italian or Sicilian deal. My family is from northern Italy and they never ate seafood. Lamb is usually served at Easter, so the squid seems strange to me. (I don't like lamb, either)
I've lived in the south, and I don't mind grits with butter and syrup. I love cornbread, divinity and pralines! But I HATE black eyed peas.
i'm in the process of compiling recipes that I make a lot. I always have people ask me for the recipe of whatever I've made, and I'm always asked to bring something specific to parties or pot luck dinners. So, I figured I'd put it all in a cook book then they can make it themeselves!
Maybe we should start a new blog where anyone can upload their favorite recipes?
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