BY R. S. GWYNN
Glory be to God for breaded things—
Catfish, steak finger, pork chop, chicken thigh,
Sliced green tomatoes, pots full to the brim
With french fries, fritters, life-float onion rings,
Hushpuppies, okra golden to the eye,
That in all oils, corn or canola, swim
Toward mastication’s maw (O molared mouth!);
Whatever browns, is dumped to drain and dry
On paper towels’ sleek translucent scrim,
These greasy, battered bounties of the South:
A couple of evenings ago I had two of these fried beauties (green tomatoes and hush puppies) and one of my favorites, that Gwynn ignored, oysters. If you are ever in the Savannah area I recommend Pearl’s Saltwater Grille, where the seafood is always fresh and the hush puppies are the best in the south.
View from the table:
Thanks to Patrick Kurp for the reference.