Category: Southern food
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Fresh, fabulous figs
We waited longer for figs than for a baby. The latter took just under 3 years; the former, more than 25. And this year, booyah!, we have figs. Figs to eat out of hand, figs to freeze for making preserves and figs to cook. Assuming figs grew in Eden (fig leaves, remember?), why would anyone leave,…
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Iced tea that’s neither funny nor sticky sweet
For all the years I’ve known Stoic (almost 37) I’ve not made iced tea to his liking. “Funny” and “OK” were the kindest comments until now. My mother’s mint tea he found really minty, not his favorite flavor. Where I come from, central Pennsylvania, tea was for drinking hot when you were sick. The Bostonians…
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Squashed, again!
Hoot, mon, it’s a great summer when the squash plants outdo themselves and you find two good new squash recipes. This one showed up last week in the American Profile magazine supplement, with Stoic the Vast pointing out the cover promo as “something else you could try.” I could also try reading for an entire…
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Syllabub, sillybubba
I sipped syllabub on Saturday in Salem, at the wonderful old tavern in Winston-Salem to be precise. Here on Redneck Ranch, we’ll probably call it Sillybubba whenwe make it. My ancient, tattered Charleston Receipts (The Junior League of Charleston, 1950) has 3 recipes, two of them even older than the book and one requiring a…
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Ham d’lites
To my horror, I found out yesterday that my oldest daughter has never eaten a ham d’lite. What kind of southern mother was I during the 10 years or so she lived in North Carolina? So, now, guess what we’re having for Easter dinner. I can live with her never going to Cotillion but no…
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