I
grew up in New England, where corn on the cob is served as is with a slab of butter
and a sprinkle of salt and pepper. We yankees boil salted meats with vegetables
and call it a boiled dinner, plain and simple. Our clam chowder is white, our
baked beans have bacon and molasses in them, and Indian food is taboo. By the
time I was eighteen, I could boil a lobster, steam up a mess of clams, and grill
a perfect pork chop. Then I moved to Virginia, got a roommate from North Carolina,
and I discovered a whole new world of southern country cooking goodness.
To
an Italian girl from Boston, the menus in southern restaurants were in a foreign
language. Chicken-fried steak, grits, corn pone pudding, strawberry rhubarb pie,
even sweet potato pie... In my mind, chicken and steak were two different meats,
grit is on sandpaper, and what in the world is sweet potato doing in a crust?
But I became a fervent convert to southern cooking the first time my roommate
cooked up a pan of delicious, melt-in-your-mouth southern biscuits topped them
with sausage gravy. From that day on, I was Becky's disciple -- standing by as
she diced scallions to make up a dish of pinto beans, stirred the milk into a
pan of drippings for milk gravy, and rolled thin steak strips in chicken batter
to make the terribly unhealthy but delicious chicken-fried steak.
Southern
cooking is not much different than New England plain cooking -- at least at its
most basic level. Like any other regional style of cooking, it utilizes the ingredients
that are plentiful and cheap. In New England we sweeten up our dried beans with
brown sugar and molasses, and serve them with thick, heavy brown bread dotted
with raisins -- perfect for cold winter nights. In North Carolina, they simmer
salt pork and onions for hours and serve with scallions for scooping and a side
of flaky biscuits. Salty, spicy and flaky-good all at once, it's a southern cooking
meal that makes my mouth water just to remember.
Some
dishes just don't translate, unfortunately. There is no New England substitute
for a southern barbecue sandwich - shredded pork simmered for hours and ladled
over buns in a "sandwich" that requires a fork. The ubiquitous sloppy
joe just doesn't cut it. It lacks the spicy-sweet tang and buttery texture of
true slow-simmered pork barbecue.
There also isn't anything that compares with chicken fried steak. If you've had
it, you know how good it is. If you haven't, the idea of dredging and dipping
strips of beef and frying it like chicken just sounds nasty.
My
Italian roots of New England show wherever I go. Lasagna will always be a favorite
meal, and New England boiled dinners still make my mouth water. But there's a
place in my heart for southern cooking.
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