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August 22, 2004

I'm cooking ribs

My home smells like a soul-food kitchen. I have ribs I just brought in from the grill, some stewed new potatoes and fresh Silver Queen corn on the cob that I bought from a farmer's field yesterday. I'm going to rent a PPV movie and pig out while sitting on my couch.

You yankees will NEVER understand what this is like.

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What are stewed potatoes? Mine are usually mashed, baked, or fried...

ps: if you think yankees don't like bbq ribs or fresh corn on the cob, try inviting a few over sometime.

Posted by: rosignol on August 22, 2004 05:54 PM

What? We northerners dont grill ribs, and eat potatoes and fresh sweet corn while kicking back in front of the tube???? Surely you cant be serious...Methinks you just dont know the right northerners...(As a Red Sox fan, I refuse to refer to myself as a YANK...however, you MUST realize that EVERYONE outside of the USA refers to ANY U.S. citizen as a "YANK", even YOU Rob) Horrors!

Posted by: Ruth on August 22, 2004 05:58 PM

Mmmm... you stew your new potatoes in milk and butter with pepper on top? Mamette did that, then thickend the milk for gravy.

Posted by: Mamamontezz on August 22, 2004 06:10 PM

If you were not born in the South, then you are a Yankee. I like the Red Sox, my middle brother played pro baseball, in Boston's farm leagues. In the 50's.

Posted by: Catfish on August 22, 2004 06:10 PM

I hate to break it to you CATFISH, but anyone BORN in the U.S.A. is considered a YANK to the world at large.

Posted by: Ruth on August 22, 2004 06:17 PM

There are yanks and there are yankees. Trust me, there's a difference. The only thing I have that trumps my Long Island, New York birthplace is my pedigree and upbringing. And Dad's a Yankee as originally defined. A Mainer.

Posted by: Mamamontezz on August 22, 2004 06:51 PM

I've got some ribs for dinner too! My dad cooked them and gave me some with all the fixings. After reading all of the food posts, I think I'm gonna have to go eat now!

On a side night, the world at large does refer to us as yanks...a few Australians call me a "yank" and I get offended because I am a true southern belle, but that is just the way they refer to us.

Posted by: Beth on August 22, 2004 07:20 PM

There are few things in the world better than a couple racks of ribs... slow cooked all day, meat sliding off the bone... mmm.

Posted by: Grand Fromage on August 22, 2004 07:24 PM

Topping it. My sister raises her own hogs on her "hobby farm" and her husband slaughters one every 4th of July for his annual hogroast.

I have a whole mess of that, pulled and sauced, in a bowl in front of me now. All I need is a thick slice of home made bread for a sop.

Mmmmm.... Slow roasted and BBQ'ed....

Posted by: Mamamontezz on August 22, 2004 08:11 PM

While I prefer some areas of the country to others, they all have their strong suits. As for people, there are good folks and a**holes and I've never been anywhere where there was a shortage of either.

Posted by: mal on August 22, 2004 08:17 PM

For any of you living in Atlanta or those of you planning on driving thru or staying there...you MUST stop in to Fat Matt's Rib Shack off of Piedmont. That is, if you like ribs! They also have a restaurant right next door with chicken and fish, I assume fried. BUT, the ribs at Fat Matt's are absolutely the best I have ever had. In all honesty, it is a shack and you probably wouldn't drive past and think about stopping in to try it out. In the evenings they have live blues music. It is definitely an experience I hope to have again VERY soon!

Posted by: Beth on August 22, 2004 08:19 PM

"You yankees will NEVER understand what this is like."


It is my life's dream to travel to the south to sample ribs, corn, potatoes and a movie for the first time.

Posted by: rightisright on August 22, 2004 09:21 PM

Yanquis, gringoes, we're all Yanquis to the mongrels in the deep south (Latin America). All we want is their chickle, and rubber, and oil.

I saved the babybacks for tomorrow as the ribfiend (Skeeter) is dining out. Had to settle for the porterhouse.

Posted by: Velociman on August 22, 2004 09:55 PM

Ahem. As I used to say when I had the pleasure of living in Georgia, "Damn Yankee to you, son." ;-) I feel your pleasure, A-man, nothing beats a great rack of BBQ ribs and fresh corn on the cob. I got a hellacious recipe for ribs if you want it.

Posted by: Anthony L. on August 22, 2004 11:27 PM

I was born and raised in the midwest but have lived the last 20 or so years in the south. While I agree that southerns know all about their ribs, I personally believe that you've missed the boat when it comes to fresh pulled corn. Try an ear of Illini sweet only minutes after it's been pulled from the stalk and you might change your opinion. While I love the south and all that it has to offer, it doesn't hold a stick to the fresh produce grown during the summer months in the Bread Basket of America.

Posted by: Susie on August 23, 2004 10:50 AM

"You yankees will NEVER understand what this is like."

Still trying to figure out why a rebel flag decal on the back window of a pickup truck is the discriminator between those who enjoy sweet corn, potatoes, and barbequed ribs, and those who do not. As a farm-raised Wisconsin kid, those summertime favorites graced our dinner table at least once a week, if not more.

Posted by: Gewehr98 on August 23, 2004 06:46 PM
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