Driving down I-10, roll down the windows as you cross the Atchafalaya Basin and listen to the rhythms of the road mixed with the natural melodies of the swamp and soul of the muddy muddy smell of the Lousiana waterways. Those beautiful rich sights and sounds are melded into the local Zydeco music, just like those of the neighboring Delta Blues. Mel Melton and The Wicked Mojo’s new album PaPa Mojo’s Roadhouse is a great new example of Southern Zydeco and Blues fusion. So why is the Hungry Southerner interested? Mel Melton is also a great Southern Chef who infuses the spirit of his music into his Creole cuisine.
Category Archives: Southern Culture
There is a Mardi Gras tradition that you won’t find in New Orleans. All along parade routes from Mobile,AL to Pass Christian, MS you’ll find krewes of revelers, riding floats, throwing beads and trinkets along with some delicious Southern sweets. Of course I’m referring to the ubiquitous MoonPie. A unique Southern food that has been enjoyed for a century, still made where it all began right here in the South. Here’s a look at this wonderful, bite sized, sweet.
In an effort to bring Southerners back in touch with their food and local producers, The Hungry Southerner is doing a series of interviews with Southern farmers, producers, businesses and chefs discussing what they are doing that is unique to be sustainable, fresh and most important, a respected presence in their local economy. Our goal is to document and share with you some really great stories of Southerners with a passion for what they do. You’ll see everything from a family run pickling business to hand made aprons, sustainable restaurants and even some local dairy farmers. We want our readers to share in our passion for supporting local economy and ensuring that the crafts of these businesses are being honored and passed on to the next generation.
We’re glancing at the end of a classic, hot, July here in the “Deep South”; wishing August didn’t exist. The Hungry Southerner is escaping it in the comfort of my A/C and a playlist full of the Delta Blues. Not those happy melodies you hear on the modern radio, but the saddest guitar strumming and picking, mixed with the static of a worn record needle, recorded on the front porches of old Delta farm houses. The music of the “Delta Snow”, those rows of beautiful cotton fields that go on forever, occasionally interrupted by an abandoned gas station or soy bean field. So what does this classic Southern scene have to do with Cast Iron, or Southern food? Culture.
The Hungry Southerner crew are all huge fans of AMC’s drama Mad Men. There is something mysterious, fascinating and classic about the style and period of the men and women of the advertising agencies of the late 50’s and 60’s. Because we’re so crazy about Mad Men, we’re throwing a Mad Men season premier party, and we’re giving you a peek at part of the menu; period clothing required. Classic dishes and drinks, for a classic period in American History, what better way to celebrate than with some great Southern food and flavors.
It’s no secret that The Hungry Southerner has a passion for all things pork, especially bacon. Recently we’ve developed a love affair with a wonderful little 4oz jar of deliciousness better known as Bacon Marmalade. It was a pure accident that we met, I discovered Bacon Marmalade through a fellow blogger, Liza de Guia, at Food Curated. I quickly contacted the Bacon Marmalade website, and waited patiently for our 3 precious jars to arrive. We did a short preview to help manage our own excitement and three of the “Hungry Southerners” set off to figure out what to do with our Bacon Marmalade. Here’s our review of a Southern Food, born out of a happy accident.
Ahh…. Red Velvet Cake. What a fantastic challenge! The first time I ever tasted Red Velvet Cake was six years ago at Regas Restaurant in Knoxville, Tennessee. I was reluctant to try a nibble after I was told the cake was made with cocoa and the frosting made with cream cheese. Cocoa and cream cheese = icky. However, after my mother-in-law convinced me to take a bite of her piece, I ordered a ginormous piece of my own. It was SO stinkin’ good!