Saturday, April 12, 2008
fried spinach - Birmingham, Alabama
I love southern food. I love having people following me around with silver pitchers murmuring "Sweet tea?". The answer is always yes. I believe southern fried foods are some of the most delicious things on the planet. (But then, I love muktuk too). I am neutral on okra, unless it is fried. Fried okra is good.
This fried spinach was rather yuukky. The texture of a potato chip, but with a taste of all that is dubious in spinach.
"You people will fry anything!" I said rudely.
Craig, a fellow diner, laughed. "You cain't hardly think of nothin' around here that ain't fallen in hot grease!" he said.
Actually Craig, like most Southerners I've met, is an educated man who speaks standard English elegantly.
Birmingham is a lovely city and I only wish I'd had more time to spend there. The "magic city", and the great figure of Vulcan looming over the pretty park. Dogwood and azalea.
Meanwhile, back in Alaska, we have had two feet of snow in a week and more predicted. But the days are sunny and endless, and it is hard to complain about something as lovely as new snow under that intense blue sky.