Earlier this month I drove to Tennessee for a high school reunion. It was one of those x0th reunions. I won’t say which number. It was great to see friends, take in a few sights, and enjoy some southern cooking. I was nostalgic even before I hit the road.
Being born in Chicago, Illinois and living there until the age of 12 meant my tastebuds experienced childhood and early puberty in the up-north-and-Midwest then took an abrupt dive south as teen angst and adulthood hit me in the heart of Tennessee (and later the Carolinas and Virginia).
Part Chicagoan and part Nashvillian, I am now 100% mishmash of north and south.
The flavors of the south sunk their roots deep in my soul and regularly give a little wiggle to make sure I’m paying attention. So when I crave comfort food, it is usually southern or country dishes. (Though, I will gladly accept pizza or sushi or tacos too.)
I love fried catfish and okra. Corn bread. And more recently pimento cheese spread (but it better be the good stuff). Tree-ripened peaches and homegrown strawberries…
While in the Nashville area (Lafayette, Mount Juliet, and Cookeville) I ate delicious, genuine southern biscuits and garden-grown corn-on-the-cob picked a few steps from the door and grown surrounded by a century farm (one in operation for over 100 years). I got to enjoy good food with dear friends.
I drove a long way in a short amount of time (1300 miles crammed in to three days). But driving had its advantages.
Along the way there, I went through Sevierville, TN. Sevierville is the original home of Dolly Parton. It has some beautiful land and views and is now filled with tourist attractions and outlet stores too. The one that caught my eye and pulled me off the interstate was the Lodge Cast Iron factory outlet store.
I have long loved a good, well-seasoned cast iron skillet and a cast iron Dutch Oven has been on my wish list for some time. I got a lid for my skillet at home. Just think of all the yummy food these heavy treasures can cook!
I have a specific fondness for southern beverages too.
Iced tea is one of those. If you’re from the south you know that I mean sweet tea. Because in the south, if it isn’t sweet then it’s just a hot beverage gone cold.
So I’ve been on a mission this summer to make perfect ice tea and peach tea. Be in the lookout for a new Tea for Tuesday!
My dialect is perhaps a bit more north than south, but it can jump almost all over the place. A little twang will pop when I’m not expecting it (especially if I’ve talked to any southern friends recently).
It’s not just the drawl. In the south, for example, grown women call each other “girl.”
“Hey, girl!” “How y’all been, girl?” All sprinkled with a dash of twang that makes it seem perfectly okay to call somebody “honey” or “sweetheart” even if you don’t even know their first name.
Y’all are probably familiar with the term, “y’all.” In Chicago we said, “you guys.” It was unisex and if you had a strong Chicago accent it was pronounced, “youse guys.” Singular is “you” or “youse.”
I can say, “you,” or, “you guys,” just fine. And I occasionally say or write, “y’all,” too. (Maybe more times than I care to admit.)
But I have a hard time calling any grown woman, “girl.” Picture Arnold Schwarzenegger (as the terminator) saying, “hey, girl,” with a little southern twang. (Look at me! I’m trying to do slang, y’all!) Yep, that’s how I feel, and I’m pretty sure that’s how I sound too. It’s best if I just step away from the expression.
But food is free game! My game. My tastebuds speak many languages.
My gracious hosts sent me on my way with an ample supply of yellow squash, tomatoes, pears, cucumbers, and corn too.
Recipes ensued and there was much yummyness.
There were happy memories too. I might have to go back again soon. (Or at the very least visit a Cracker Barrel.)