Dixie Meets Jersey.
I’d be willing to bet a dollar or two that says that The House by the Parkway is the only place north of the Mason-Dixon Line where there were fried green ‘maters served with dinner tonight. I ate ‘em in Jawja in 2005, and I loved ‘em. These babies were home-grown (in my “back 40”) Jersey ‘maters, finest kind.
Jersey ‘maters, Southern fried – a match made in heaven.
That is just so exciting to know. I hate “’maters,†nearly, but not as much as I hate “’shrooms.†But “’maters†from Jersey? Even woise.
Comment by Erica — October 23, 2007 @ 9:23 pm
Throw in a little fried okra on the side, and we’ll have to start calling you Bubba.
Comment by Jerry — October 23, 2007 @ 9:59 pm
“Jersey ‘maters” – there is something fundamentally wrong with that phrase. However, if you enjoyed them – that’s a good thing. If anyone ever offers me some, I’ll pass my share on to you. *grin*
Comment by Teresa — October 24, 2007 @ 12:18 am
Well Jimbo, I was born and raised in LA¹ and I never heard of green fried tomatoes until that dumb-ass movie came out; okra was used in gumbo. Hell, I didn’t know what SOS was until I was a guest at Parris Island.
¹ Lower Alabama
Comment by Bill — October 24, 2007 @ 12:37 am
Fried Green Tomatoes….one of my favorite things in life. Good stuff.
Damn, now I got a craving…..
Comment by Tammi — October 24, 2007 @ 5:07 am
That’s not all we have in the south. You come stay with me a week and you would never go back north.
Comment by Catfish — October 24, 2007 @ 8:30 am
…. step by step, one day at a time…. we are turning you into a Southerner, Jimbo…..
Comment by Eric — October 24, 2007 @ 3:50 pm
True, Eric… there is hope for him yet 🙂
Comment by Jean — October 24, 2007 @ 8:29 pm
Sounds ’bout right. You eat ’em with just a little salt and pepper or with some kinda sauce? The old Suthun way is the former. Lately, some of the fancier places… you know, the ones that don’t cook the green beans and have white surgery drapes over the tables… have taken to serving the fried ‘maters with honey mustard sauce, or some such. I can take it or leave it, but recently had a special honey mustard loaded with kickass horseradish. Whee doggies… Set me free…
Eric thinks you and I were separated at birth. He’s probably nuts. No, he’s definitely nuts, but not for this reason. Anyway, I so wish I could join y’all this weekend. If you’re ever over Nashville way… shout out. Clink a glass or three for me…
Comment by Winston — October 25, 2007 @ 5:18 am
Salt and pepper is just fine.
Jimbo
Comment by Jim — October 25, 2007 @ 6:12 am
If that don’t make your comb red, then boy, there ain’t much in this world that will…
Comment by jt — October 25, 2007 @ 2:06 pm