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  1. Credit hereby awarded. Yes, it's the red that I'm talking about. And yes, it's entirely possible that I'm confusing the Latin and Greek roots (I think it's Greek in this instance).
  2. The Colonnade's also got tomato aspic. The last time we were there the menu had been gussied up with some distinctly non-southern sorts of things, and I think the kitchen was having trouble keep track of it all. The other thing that I really disliked about The Colonnade was the fact that you had to walk through the (incredibly) smoky bar area to get to the non-smoking dining area. Now that there's no smoking at all in restaurants here this will no longer be an issue, though I might want to wait another month or two for the residual fumes to clear. It was. And the chicken livers, tomatoes and okra, and creamed corn were also great. At dinner the breads are corn bread and these fantastic little cinnamon rolls. I save my cinnamon rolls and have them for dessert.
  3. Pot likker is the liquid left when you cook greens, generally with some sort of smoked or cured pork. If you've got enough of it you can serve it like a soup (as pictured in the Mary Mac photos).
  4. And there isn't a thing wrong with it. The point of the smoked meat product is to impart saltiness and flavor to the vegetable and/or broth, not fat, so smoked turkey will work nicely. It's not traditional because of course farners don't usually go to the trouble of smoking a turkey, as turkey's aren't so big that you can't eat an entire one of them fresh. Pork is cured and/or smoked in order to preserve it. The amount of fat added to vegetables by cooking them in this way is not enough for me to bother about it. And if I don't have any cured pork product around the house (though I almost always do, in the form of country ham), I find that this product works nicely:
  5. Okay, maybe we need to do some reverse engineering on this whole "wolfishly hungry for watemelon" question and consider some of watermelon's more interesting properties, food-wise.
  6. Yep, it's a watermelon. Bigger than what I'd call personal size, as it's over 12" in diameter (difficult to tell, as there's no scale in the photo) and this particular sort has a very thin rind. So plenty of watermelon there. I actually pick my watermelons based on the presence of a yellow patch on the surface. So far the technique has served me well.
  7. I did find a way to have grits: how do you think my husband got my fried okra?
  8. What is this? (Yes, its obvious.) How do I know that it's ripe? Why would I say that the sight of it makes me wolfishly hungry?
  9. Those of you who crave the full-on Atlanta experience will want to check out The Varsity (if you listen to the sound track on this loop you can hear one of the counter guys listing beverages, among which is the frosted orange). The Varsity is famous for its hot dogs, but actually serves a pretty good egg salad sandwich.
  10. Oh, dear, now I'm obligated to watch the movie tonight. I can't think where I'd have picked up on the fact that the Blues Brothers did this song unless it was in the movie, as I don't have much of a memory for music. Maybe a music video? I'm also clearly not spending nearly enough time in mall food courts. Is there a Chik-fil-A there? I am headed way outside the perimeter on Sunday, taking my daughter to a camp at University of Georgia in Athens. We're planning on doing brunch at five and ten.
  11. From the waitstaff? (Male, I'm guessing?) ← Most of the wait staff at Mary Mac's is female. I wouldn't be the slightest bit surprised if one of them were to pop out with the observation that either my husband or my son was a "strapping young buck." The Colonnade is another place in town that serves this style food. I don't like the food quite as much, but it does have great people watching and is very popular with men who do not appreciate the female form. I don't have any pictures from the Clermont (and for this you should be most heartily grateful), but it has been discussed previously here eG. Check out this thread to find some information, including the ringing endorsement of a guy whose opinion was actually featured in Gourmet magazine. I ate at Mary Mac's for my last blog, so I'll scavenge some pictures from the archives for you:
  12. There are some inexpensive restaurants that do a decent job of this sort of food, and it sounds like Cheryl's is one of them. But for every Cheryl's there will be a number of places that just get by, using canned vegetables and making liberal use of the deep fryer and miniature marshmallows. When I first moved to Atlanta there was a small place called Deacon Burton's that was very good. Cafeteria style service staffed by friendly sorts who wouldn't hesitate to tell you whether you'd made nutritionally appropriate choices. It smelled like my grandmother's kitchen. When the deacon died there was a dispute over ownership of the restaurant, presumably because he wasn't necessarily married to the mother of all his children. One of them opened a restaurant in next door to the original, calling it Son's. I've been a couple of times, and was served canned vegetables each time, and that was that.
  13. Hmm. That's sounding like an interesting evening all around. You don't end up at the Clermont, did you?
  14. I think it just depends on what you're looking for. Mary Mac's offers lots of things that I can't get at Watershed (fried chicken livers, dumplings, creamed corn, pot likker...), and their non-fancy versions of things (like the cornbread) are very good. You mentioned not liking the meat loaf there---I should get it sometime and see what I think. My daughter loves meat loaf, and like Mary Mac's version, so maybe you have an off night. Oh, Mary Mac's is way better for people watching.
  15. Oh, yeah, dessert. The one thing I don't like at Watershed is the desserts. Not that they arent' excellent, they are, but they are just too darn heavy for my taste. Here's the list: But because we are troopers, and because I could figured that I could still probably waddle to the car, we shared a piece of poundcake (a wee bit out of focus, probably the result of my impending food coma): For your viewing pleasure I made a point of getting a picture of the very best part of the cake:
  16. Remember when I said that one of these dishes is very traditional? Well, you might be surprised to know that the traditional one is salmon croquettes, not duck. How can that be, you ask? There's no salmon in the waters in either southern Atlantic or the Gulf of Mexico, right? Well, true, but canned salmon has been widely available for a very, very long time, and it has been cheap for a very, very long time. So these are traditionally made with very oily, inexpensive canned salmon that contains lots of bones. Picking through it to get rid of the larger bones was one of my jobs as a child. Generally there are still plenty of small bone bits left, so canned salmon is a very good source of calcium as well as protein, and was one of the very few things that my grandmother purchased from the supermarket. My husband also remembers eating salmon croquettes as a child. He's from Texas, and remembered them as being horrible, and had always assumed that they were herrible because they'd been made with canned salmon. In fact they were horrible because his mother was a horrible cook. I won't go into detail here about just how it is that I know that she was a horrible cook (I never actually ate anything that she'd prepared, as she died of breast cancer before I met my husband)---let's just say that her legacy speaks volumes. Watershed's are made with fresh poached salmon, so my husband decided that he'd be willing to try them in the interest of providing eG with a nice picture into traditional southern food: The sides are tomatoes (stewed tomatoes most of the year), spinach, and grits. People who don't like grits are insane. There---I've said it and there's no taking it back. My husband took home about a third of his dinner.
  17. Okay, time for some pictures. We shared a starter, choosing the one item in that category that's might realistically qualify as such, pimiento cheese. This version is much tastier and much less mushy than any of the pre-made sort that you'll find in a grocery store: Nobody picked the single most traditional item on the menu, but that's what I had. Here's the first picture I took: I had to take a second picture, as once I'd moved the corn bread I found more food: So, starting in the upper left... Cornbread (I've already taken a bite in the second picture): made with white cornmeal and no sugar (never, and I mean never---corn bread with sugar is called "cake"). This particular version isn't really cornbread either, though, as it's much denser and appears to contain eggs and possibly milk and/or cream. Sort of a cross between cornbread and corn pudding, and it was remarkably good. Not very good for sopping up vegetable juices, though. Summer squash and Vidalia onions below cornbread. Baby limas in cream sauce with a little bit of country ham to the right of the squash. A little bit of country ham goes a long way---this dish was pretty salty. Non-southerners often complain that country ham is too salty, and too strongly flavored. What they don't understand is that country ham is supposed to eaten in small portions, and that one of its strong points is that it can make other foods taste of meat. Poor people have to stretch their meat, and on the farm we typically ate meat only once per day, and it was a small serving compared to what others might eat. Sliced tomatoes are in the center of the plate. The chef here, Scott Peacock, will only serve fresh tomatoes when they are in season more or less locally, so we're in luck. He does serve stewed tomatoes the rest of the year, just like my grandmother would have (though I don't know if he spends all summer canning his own---grueling, endless work, day after day). Fresh field peas are underneath the tomatoes---you can see some peeping out at the top of the plate. These are a bit like black eyed peas, but have less of a "peanut" flavor, and of course they're fresh, so not nearly so mealy in texture as those from a can or rehydrated from dried. Greens of some sort are to the right of the tomatoes. These were stewed with onions and tomatoes and would have been inedible had they not been cooked long enough. People often complain that vegetables in the south have been cooked too long, and the complaint is typically made of green beans. Except that those overcooked green beans are actually pole beans, which are inedible if undercooked. Fried okra finishes the plate. I rarely eat fried okra, but this was very nice, with a nice light white corn meal coating. My husband helped me eat them. This is what my plate looked like at the end. This was, frankly, way more food than a person should ever eat at one sitting:
  18. Calories are always an object, actually. Though I'm not counting points this week I still tend to choose things that are Weight Watchers friendly. So, first off you have to know that the entire concept of "starters" is foreign. Watershed offers them because diners expect them, but generally the food's all served at once. There's no tradition of consuming alcohol with meals (and in many areas a traditional prohibition against all alcohol consumption, though of course that didn't keep anybody from doing it), so the idea of food to go with ones aperitif or cocktail would be odd, and there's no tradition of spending hours at table, as there's always work to be done. When I order one of these items (usually shrimp and grits) it's instead of a main, not in addition to one. Again, not a traditional course, and I don't usually bother with salads anyway. I think the Shed (short for Watershed) salad is just their house salad. One of these is very traditional, and one isn't. This vegetable pancake is a fairly recent addition to the menu. Earlier this year the named ingredient was squash, but in fact it was more like a potato pancake or croquette than anything else. I've not yet tried the version with okra, but probably will soon.
  19. I'm guessing Dave the Cook can describe the scene in detail. Or maybe I'll just rent the movie tonight, as my husband's going out to play poker.
  20. Absolutely wait until you happen to walk past one . . . and then keep walking past it. ← On my way to something worth the trouble, no doubt.
  21. Glad you're enjoying it. I rarely get roast chicken when I'm out, as it's so easy to make at home. My husband often does, but not usually when we're at Watershed. He does get the fried chicken when we go on Tuesdays (assuming we've arrived early enough---they run out as the evening wears on). I was considering the tomato basil soup, but in the end decided against in the interest of, well, you'll see. The butter bean hummus is delicious. I prefer it to hummus made with chickpeas, particularly as that product's not infrequently made off-premises. It's served with all sorts of raw and cold poached vegetables. I've had it twice this month, both times shared with a colleague over after work drinks (the bar is very pleasant), and it's filling, so I didn't order it this time.
  22. Ya think? Looks like I made my point in this instance. Another point with which I wholeheartedly agree. What some people call soul food is just what I ate growing up, and it had nothing to do with anybody's complexion and everything to do with an agrarian lifestyle and a history of grinding poverty. Visitors to Atlanta typically ask for recommendations for restaurants that serve this type of food (whatever they call it). There aren't many that I'll recommend, because it's very difficult to make this food well, and very easy to make it poorly. It is simply not possible to make this food without a reliable source of very fresh, high quality produce, and the expense and labor involved mean that it's no longer possible to find it in little divey corner joints. Actually, it was never really possible to find it in little divey corner joints, as almost nobody ate in restaurants: you ate at home, at friends' homes, at church, and occasionally, very occasionally, in places that served a certain sort of food that you wouldn't normally prepare at home, like fried fish and hushpuppies or bbq.
  23. Oh dear. My previously benign ignorance of the name of this dish is now replaced with a possibly too detailed knowledge. Intestine noodles indeed. Let's hope I can refrain from telling my children next time we have it. There was definitely meat inside, either pork or beef. The server's writing "XO" or "OX" in her hand was in response to my query re the type of meat, and even though she didn't have much English this would be the first time I've run across a server who didn't recognize those basic words (which I used alone, not in sentences). Is it possible that the sauce is just XO? Although these had already been dressed with the sauce (as opposed to the server asking me whether I wanted any and adding soy and sesame oil at the last minute as is usual) I don't remember the sauce as being all that distinctive or fishy. I rarely use Cantonese names to order dim sum dishes, even when I know them, as it's not necessary when I'm looking right at the cart and the server is pointing at a specific dish and asking whether I'd like it. The words are not written anywhere, so there's almost no visual reinforcement either. This last point is an important one for me, as I tend to learn things much more quickly with an associated visual cue.
  24. I've got food pics to share, but it's getting late for me, so I'm just going to post the menu and you can figure out what I'm most likely to have chosen. My husband was along as well, so pick out something for him.
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