If you been around these parts for the last few weeks, you are aware that one of my little brothers (I have three little ones and one big one, which makes ME the Queen Bee!) was here overnight. He flew in on a Wednesday evening, finally landing after I had made 'the loop' through the Arrivals about 55 times. I texted him at one point and said, "We're here loopin'!" and he texted back, "Still in the air. Phone still on. Ooops!" I kept 'loopin' until he landed, then we headed to Ben's baseball game. Timmy had been traveling all day and was starving, but refused to let me drive through anywhere for food. He said, "We don't want to miss any of the game!"
When we got to the ball park, Timmy was in luck because it was a tournament and the concession stand was open! Hotdog time …
Timmy steps up and says, "I'll have a dawg."
Yeah. He said "dawg". You have to say that out loud-FULL VOICE—and put on your best southern accent to get the full effect. Timmy's accent is one of the best ones out there … everyone in my family has a southern accent except me and that's because I'm adaptable. I live in the NW so I sound NW (not really sure what that means, except that I don't pronounce my short "a" like a short "e"—all you phonics people will know what I mean.) When I lived in Mississippi, I sounded 'like that' and if you live THERE, you might know what 'that' means. When I lived in France, I spoke perfect French and was mistaken for a 'local'. When I get on the phone with my Mama Trudy, I sound like her. And when I go back to the South … I take it all back on. It's the way I was wired! Take it or leave it.
I mimic … that's my secret. My Italian blood says, "When in Rome, do as the Romans." I obey my Italian blood.
The lady at the concession stand says, "OK, that'll be a buck fifty." (I don't really remember the price. I'm making it up.)
Timmy says, "What'll it be if I add chili and slaw?"
(Do you guys- or *y'all*- know what slaw is? -- It's usually a mixture of shredded cabbage, maybe carrots, usually a mayonnaise dressing …. There's no real recipe. It's whatever yo mama stirred together!)
The lady at the concession stand says, "A buck fifty. We don't have chili or slaw." There's nothing like being frank. No pun intended.
My brother, not knowing the wordless ways of the NW, proceeds to have a 15-minute conversation with her about how chili and slaw BELONG on a hotdog and how she can definitely not have any idea as to how to eat a 'dawg' since she isn't from Tennessee. Maybe it wasn't really 15 minutes, but I walked to the stands about two seconds into that conversation. My girls stayed with their entertaining Uncle and learned abit about their heritage.
Timmy follows me into the stands after his dissertation on 'dawgs' and throws the one he purchased into the trash about two seconds after having taken a bite of it! He said it was the most awful thing he had tasted. I could've told him. He was too busy 'dissertatin' about slaw and chili to listen.
But he was a starving man and any type of food sounded like it would fill an empty belly.
Recently, when I was grilling ribs, frying squash, slicing fresh tomatoes, and snapping fresh beans, I decided to make slaw to go with my Southern dinner. My Aly dubbed it our "Kentucky dinner". I have a bit of a southern heritage, but I've never lived in Kentucky. I will say that I LOVE the white fences around their horse pastures!
Furthermore, Aly has never been to Kentucky, has NO idea what they eat there, but decided that Kentucky was Southern enough for this type of meal, I guess. Who knows?
I also knew that I didn't want a slaw thick with mayonnaise and so, started reviewing my summer magazines for alternatives. I found a super-dee-duper slaw recipe in Martha Stewart's magazine this month. You know, Martha is my sister from another mother, right? She and I are trackin' … only I'm not as stuck on details as she is! I'm a go-with-the-flow kind of girl … at least, mostly, I am.
This is NOT the kind of slaw you have on a 'dawg' … THAT slaw MUST be mayo-based, to be absolutely right. I mean, really. Com'on. If you're eating a BLOOMIN' hotdog, for Pete's sake, why in heaven's name are you concerned about any harm that a bit of mayo in your slaw would do?!
This slaw has a vinaigrette sort of dressing and it is superb … I think, actually, Mayo aside, that I would even try it on a 'dawg'! It's that good!
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