I guess this had to happen eventually. It appears that the new regional cuisine on everyone’s list is the food of the central Appalachians.
Years ago, I read and enjoyed Mark Sohn’s Appalachian Home Cooking, which was a rather analytical look at foodways of the region. I also enjoyed a lot of the old Foxfire books long ago. But mostly, I just enjoy eating good country food, as we used to call it.
In ways I cannot number, I have almost nothing in common with Appalachian culture. I haven’t lived there in decades, and I can’t really imagine going back. I’m bookish, I’m aloof (without actually wanting to be that way, but I can’t help it). I’m impatient with ignorance, and I’m gay as Christmas.
And yet, those mountains of Virginia are my heritage and my true home. And the one connection that I have never lost is the food. I still yearn for a mess of good greasy backs or pink-tips or half-runner bean, all of which are now almost impossible to find. And real pork, home-churned butter, real cornbread, real grits, Rambo apples, ramps, morels, kilt lettuce, creasy greens, soup beans with a spring onion —I’m about to start crying here.
Years ago, I read and enjoyed Mark Sohn’s Appalachian Home Cooking, which was a rather analytical look at foodways of the region. I also enjoyed a lot of the old Foxfire books long ago. But mostly, I just enjoy eating good country food, as we used to call it.
In ways I cannot number, I have almost nothing in common with Appalachian culture. I haven’t lived there in decades, and I can’t really imagine going back. I’m bookish, I’m aloof (without actually wanting to be that way, but I can’t help it). I’m impatient with ignorance, and I’m gay as Christmas.
And yet, those mountains of Virginia are my heritage and my true home. And the one connection that I have never lost is the food. I still yearn for a mess of good greasy backs or pink-tips or half-runner bean, all of which are now almost impossible to find. And real pork, home-churned butter, real cornbread, real grits, Rambo apples, ramps, morels, kilt lettuce, creasy greens, soup beans with a spring onion —I’m about to start crying here.