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My very Southern husband married a Yankee. I am a transplant. After 15 years and two Southern-born and bred sons however, I consider myself well-rooted, an honorary Southern Belle.
There weren’t any real culture shocks moving down to Dixie, but there were some shifts. I do say “y’all” now, which my husband and his family don’t really even say. It’s just so much friendlier sounding than “you guys” and while you wouldn’t think “y’all” is very sophisticated, it is compared to “yins.”
But let’s discuss food. Growing up around a huge extended family in Ohio, food felt connected to ethnicity. In my family there were English plum puddings, Italian Pasta E Fagioli, Polish stuffed cabbages, and German sauerkraut balls. We were a mixing pot of European heritage that lived on not just through eye color, nose shape, skin tone, general constitution, and occasionally, through accented English, but also through food. Add a dash of church pot luck supper (Jello molds, baked chicken, and cherry pie) and there you have my food history.
Moving to Tennessee and traveling a lot in the South, I’ve made wonderful discoveries that to me, are specifically Southern; a special blend of regional influences and interesting flavors that I’ve happily adopted. Sweet tea and Vidalia onion grits, fried green tomatoes and cheese straws, chess pie and mint juleps. The tangy mustard BBQ of South Carolina, the Chickory coffee and Eggs Hussard and seafood gumbo of New Orleans (I could write a whole post on food in New Orleans), Louisiana Jezebels sauce, Kentucky Hot Browns, and all manner of desserts made with bourbon and Jack Daniel’s.
There is more, but you are probably very hungry now.
There are a few things I haven’t been able to eat. Tomato aspic is vile stuff in my opinion. I also do not like ham baked with peanut butter glaze. (shudders)
What are your regional favorites? Does your current food culture differ much from your childhood food culture?
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