We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Grits is the food of the Gods. Ingrained in the Southern tradition, grits are a staple as far as I'm concerned. And no foo foo "cream with pimento cheese" - that's for them Yankees in New York City. Grits with Cheese Whiz - that's perfectly acceptable.
From a bill introduced to the South Carolina legislature: "
Whereas, throughout its history, the South has relished its grits, making them a symbol of its diet, its customs, its humor, and its hospitality, and whereas, every community in the State of South Carolina used to be the site of a grits mill and every local economy in the State used to be dependent on its product; and whereas, grits has been a part of the life of every South Carolinian of whatever race, background, gender, and income; and whereas, grits could very well play a vital role in the future of not only this State, but also the world, if as Charleston's The Post and Courier proclaimed in 1952, "An inexpensive, simple, and thoroughly digestible food, [grits] should be made popular throughout the world. Given enough of it, the inhabitants of planet Earth would have nothing to fight about. A man full of [grits] is a man of peace."
From Tom Lehrer's I Wanna Go Back To Dixie: Won’t you come with me to Alabammy
back to the arms of my dear old Mammy
her cooking’s lousy and her hands are clammy
but what the hell, it’s home
For paradise the Southland is my nominee
Just give me a ham hock and a grit of hominy
Beans are fine, ditto with ham, chiles, paprika, and thyme, which is somewhat Louisiana. Cornbread beats grits.
Grits are a gift from God. Another is Red Beans and Rice (should have some smoked sausage, andouille, or ham in them). Just the red beans and rice is a very inexpensive, nutritional, and tasty meal. The meat adds cost and flavor! It's hard to beat.
Oh my gosh yes indeed. Heaven's own food are red beans and rice - in particular with andouille. I haven't had red beans and rice in a long time - you just can't find it around here. The Mrs. refuses to make it because she doesn't like beans all that much.
Red Beans and Rice is one of the few things I can make pretty well, but I rarely do since it takes so long. My Mrs. makes beans and rice using a different kind of bean (don't know which one) that is tasty as well and doesn't take long to cook, but is not as good as real Red Beans. Of course we always server it at our Mardi Gras party every year.
I miss the food, the music, and some friends from New Orleans terribly - even after twenty four years. I don't miss the politics, the weather, or the traffic.
Let me see - 24 years or so ago - you must remember the resturant out by the lake off Ponchatrain Blvd - Mason's? IT was almost kitty corner to the old CD Shelter by the turnaround.
One of my best friend's Dad owned that place and he also had a piece of Commander's Palace.
The CD shelter was not far from where I used to live and Mason's was just one great restaurant in that area. There were several (groping for a name... but failing - it's just been too long and I don't think they survived Katrina) in West End Park.
A friend of mine from college worked at Commander's and me and Mrs. went there once. A great place. Our personal favorite for special occasions was the Sazerac Room in the Fairmont (now Roosevelt-Waldorf Astoria).
This is far afield from grits and red beans and rice, but the last time I was there I had chargrilled oysters for the first time... Hopefully not the last! :-)