sweet grits is not only un-Southern they is un-American! What does he think he is eatin’? some kinda yankee-fied cream-of-wheat or some other such crap?
Archergal Sorghum molasses is the best kind… only around here that ain’t how ya say it… it’s sar-gum 'lasses
She’s a fan of the Crimson Tide?
Leaving myself open to even more ridicule, they only grits I’ve ever had were at a Cracker Barrel, and I eat those with just a pat of HTG butter over the top. Can anyone attest to the sweetness (or lack of) of CB’s grits?
No mention yet of country ham? Smithfield, home of The Smithfield Ham, is over yonder across the river…
I find that I am unable to bring myself to type sweet. And grits in the same sentence.
Cheese grits (with lots and lots of sharp hoop cheese) and fried fish are a combo made in heaven. Yep, when yew die and go to heaven you git to sit around eatin’ all the fish 'n grits yew evah wanted!
MMMMMMMMMM… fish and grits. Dang it! Now I’m hungry and I just ate dinner. BTW, the three main meals of the day in the South are breakfast, dinner and supper.
Smithfield hams are ok, but Beale hams are even better. So salty and cured that you can chip the ham off the bone. Pile it on a biscuit with a big dollop of Duke’s mayo and you’ll think you died and gone to heaven. BTW, Vunberbob, if you get the chance go over to Smithfield and eat at Smithfield Station at the marina. The crab cakes are pretty good.
And let me add that I eat barbecue on buns whenever I have them, but too often have to make due with white bread just because we don’t have buns in the house. I’d never go to a barbecue place and ASK for a barbecue on white bread.
Look, ftg, what you’re not understanding is that when the clerk at the store asks “How y’all doin’?” she is asking “How are you and your family doing?” not “How are you doing?” Her use of the plural indicates that she is concerned about your entire household’s well being. The proper response is “We’re fine.”
Where I grew up (rural East Tennessee), there was an even subtler gradient of meaning in the second person plural: “Y’uns.” While “y’all” is a contraction of “you all,” “y’uns” roughly translates as “you and yours,” meaning “you and your relatives.” Thus, if I leave the roadhouse and see a group of unknown people messin’ with my truck, I address the entire group with by shouting “Y’all best quit messin’ with my truck!” If the Guthrie boys are messin’ with my truck, I address the eldest Guthrie by shouting “Y’uns best stop messin’ with my truck!” This usage was most prominent among my grandparent’s generation and has probably died out by now, replaced with the generic “y’all”.
Sweet grits make Baby Jesus cry.
They’re grits, not cream of wheat. Butter, salt, and pepper. Then you mix them into your fried eggs and patty sausage.
Mmmmm… Messy eggs.
Seems to be a BBQ w/white bread tradition that runs from Peoria to Kansas City. Always gives me the willies…
While on the BBQ subject, I haven’t seen anyone mention the mustard base sauce used in South Carolina yet.
I rather liked the mustard sauce in Columbia. It’s called “Maurice’s” I think. But I didn’t like the sides: hash and rice. Blech.
Speaking of the language, though, one thing that bothers me is the apparent assumption by Hollywood and television studios that the South has one indifferentiated monolythic accent. I’ve seen TV shows and movies that have Southern families that make me think they’ve all lived apart most of their lives — one sounds like she’s from Tennessee, another from Texas, one Cajun, and two or three synthetic fakes. I mean damn, c’mon.
I understand thsat most of you don’t consider Texas to be the true south, however:
- Most restaurants in Houston serve unsweetened iced tea when you ask for tea with your meal.
- In my family, sweet grits are ok, as are buttered with salt and pepper. Sweet grits are for breakfast though.
- Okra is very good fried, but there ain’t nothing wrong with some okra and tamaters - or okra in your gumbo!
- I won’t get into the barbecue debate, but I don’t see what’s wrong with fixin’ some beef brisket! Mmm, smoked all day. (I don’t get slaw on your sammich, either, but I’d be willin’ to try it…)
- Y’all is always plural in my neck of the woods…I hate it when you hear some fake Southern accent on TV and they say y’ll for singular. It’s just stupid!
- Can anybody tell me how to make redeye gravy? Mama passed on before she taught me… I’ve tried several things after frying up a mess o’ pork chops, but it never comes out right.
A porch isn’t a piece of concrete outside your door. It’s another room in your house.
When you throw something out, you get shed of it.
They have a mustard-based sauce at Sonny’s BBQ (famous in North FL) that is pretty durn good. My wife likes it a lot. Strange thing is, they sell it at all of the restaurant locations in Jacksonville, but not at any of them in Tallahassee. So, every time we go to see her folks, we have to go to Sonny’s and bring back some mustard sauce.
Oh, I think Texas is true South. It’s southern Florida that isn’t. Who would say Texas doesn’t belong and why?
Red Eye Gravy is just ham drippin’s and strong black coffee. It’s not thick like regular gravy.
Then how do you make pork chop gravy? I guess it’s brown gravy. I can make kick ass cream gravy.
hillbilly queen if not for the fact that I believe you are already married and if not for the fact that I am gay, I’d be askin’ fer yore hand in marriage raht now! The woman knows how to make red eye gravy!
Could anything be better than walking into a restaurant and having a waitress say:
“What ya gone have hon?”
I was talking with burundi about this thread last night, and she said that she’ll occasionally greet an individual patron at her workplace with, “Hi, how’re y’all doin’?” That’s not because she intends to use “y’all” as the second-person singular; rather, it’s because that’s her standard greeting. If she’s running on autopilot, she might mistakenly say that to an individual, instead of saying, “Hi, how’re you doin’?”
I wonder if that’s what was happening with ftg: if he was getting the stock greeting from a cashier, the cashier may have mistakenly used the wrong number with him.
Sauron, I’m pretty sure you’re not asking me whether my wife likes a parasitic infection that’s devastating shellfish along our coast, but I’m not sure what you are asking. Huh?
(Oh, Google is my friend. You’re asking me something even worse: you’re asking me whether I’m a football widower. Take that back!)
Daniel
Daniel, since you’re in Asheville, are you privvy to the Lexington style barbeque, or are you too far away? I love their sandwiches. They serve them with red slaw, made from the same sauce they use on their pork. Except I believe they call it “dip”.