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 