Friday, July 25, 2014

Food bringing us together

“Not infrequently, Southern food now unlocks the rusty gates of race and class, age and sex. On such occasions, a place at the table is like a ringside seat at the historical and ongoing drama of life in the region.”
— John Egerton, founder, Southern Foodways Alliance

16 comments:

Trooper York said...

That's why I am subscribing to the Paula Dean network.

deborah said...

lol you're a Renaissance man, Troop.

'Night.

ndspinelli said...

There is nothing that southern trailer trash makes that you should eat, Trooper.

The Dude said...

Let me understand this - two Y*nkees, one of whom has congestive heart failure, the other with diabetes, are suggesting that food that is different than the crap that nearly killed them is bad for you or something.

Well all righty then...

Trooper York said...

Hey you got me wrong. I love her style of cooking. I want to watch her and see if I can adapt some of it to make it healthier.

Mostly I want to look at it with longing. I miss it.

deborah said...

Sixty, I most always read thoroughly the articles I post, but with this one I thought it was just conveying the food will bring us together meme, which I believe. And music.

So good catch, that is effing amazing. Will go and take a closer look.

deborah said...

Trooper, I'm so glad you're sticking with it. My 62 year-old cousin recently had bypass surgery. If he'd gone back to sleep, he'd be dead.

Now he's eating right and riding his bike.

ndspinelli said...

Sixty w/ a Rebel yell! Actually, it was working 80 hour weeks and wolfing down fast food that killed me, or damn near did.

ndspinelli said...

Sixty, I can't get past her smarmy southern accent. I love some soft lyrical southern accents. Not the battle ax voice of Deen.

Trooper York said...

Plus Paula and I like the same jokes. Just sayn'

Known Unknown said...

I suppose there are as many misunderstandings about the American South as there are stars in the sky.

The Dude said...

Yeah, there is nothing more soothing to the ear than some mook from Joisey yellin' atcha, and mistaking the ground for a floor.

Pure class and intellect, that.

And you know, Spinnerman, I am just bustin' yer bawls. Troopski done busted his own, just sayin'...

Chip S. said...

Apparently this

Southern food now unlocks the rusty gates of race and class, age and sex

is how a "Studies" major justifies his love of fried chicken to his hipster friends.

ken in tx said...

I was overseas in the Philippines when I realized I had more in common with Southern Blacks than I did with Northern Whites. I had to go to a Soul-food restaurant to get real food; pork chops, turnip greens, biscuits, corn bread, milk gravy, fried chicken, ribs, collards, black-eyed peas, and real banana pudding.

Also, their religion was closer to mine. We said Grace.

ndspinelli said...

Sixty, I'm a Ct. Yankee, we don't have accents. We all sound like NPR announcers.

The Dude said...

That is pure comedy gold right there, Spinner.

"We ah Connecticutt Yahnkeeze, owah biases ah moah pronounced than owah ahk-sense."