Fat with grits, and shrimp. Also fried okra.
I am slothful with southern cooking.
Everything was delicious but the grits were fantastic. I tried getting grits in California but they were watery and pretty terrible. These grits were buttery and warm happiness. A triumph in grit-ness really.
One of the few perks of being in the south, besides yeast rolls and pecan pie.
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I remember reading about how in certain parts of Asia and in Macedonia, people use cormorants to catch fish.
The fisherman uses a ring or tie on the bird's neck so it won't be able to swallow the fish it catches.
Every seventh fish the fisherman has to give to the cormorant or else the bird will stop fishing.
And if I remember correctly, after a few years, the cormorant won't fish for the fisherman any more.
The cormorant would rather starve than lose all but the seventh fish.
Except maybe that last part isn't true.
The fisherman uses a ring or tie on the bird's neck so it won't be able to swallow the fish it catches.
Every seventh fish the fisherman has to give to the cormorant or else the bird will stop fishing.
And if I remember correctly, after a few years, the cormorant won't fish for the fisherman any more.
The cormorant would rather starve than lose all but the seventh fish.
Except maybe that last part isn't true.
2 comments:
i loves fried okra.
Ed will have to visit so you can take him to the Gladys Knight restaraunt for chicken and waffles.
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