The Mississippi Delta is one of the United States' most unique and culturally dense regions. The alluvial plain hugs the mother of rivers, The Mississippi River, and has endured a number of floods by the nutrient-rich river. The worst flood happened in 1927 and some historians have credited the event for accelerating the Great Migration of African-Americans from the rural South to the North. The river was subsequently tamed by the U.S. Corps of Engineers through an aggressive levee system.
Historically, the MS Delta's fertile soil was used to produce cotton with the use of chattel slaves. Years later, the region became ground zero for civil rights abuses with a strong presence of the Klu Klux Klan and the White Citizens Council in the region. The images of racial unrest linger in the nation's collective memory and to this day many outsiders are hesitant to step foot in Mississippi. I would be amiss to say that these concerns are unwarranted. Racism still exists. Actually, Morgan Freeman recently sponsored the first integrated prom in his MS Delta hometown to strong resistance from whites in the community. That's highly problematic but it definitely doesn't represent my experience growing up in North Mississippi. Also, I don't think racism is solely a Mississippi problem. As a person who has lived in 7 states, I can say there are covert and overt forms of racism throughout the country. However, many people are reluctant to talk about race and the Deep South, Mississippi in particular, remains a convenient scapegoat in a stagnant sea of oblivion. I digress. Just come to Mississippi to get a breath of the progressive New South.
Many decades ago, immigrants were brought to the Mississippi Delta to help build the railroads and toil in the fields. These workers came from Mexico, Italy, China, and other places. The workers brought their exotic foods and cultural traditions along with them and slowly made their mark on another aspect of MS Delta culture, the regional cuisine. Today the region is slowly becoming a food mecca of sorts. The Viking Range Corporation (founded by a native Mississippian) has its world headquarters in Greenwood, MS. Martha Foose, winner of the James Beard Award for American Cooking, has set up shop. Then, there's the Alluvian. There's Giardina's. There's Doe's Eat Place. The list goes on. There happens to be a whole lot of down home blues, shade tree jive talk, juke joints, pork, catfish, cornbread, meat and three (meat entree with three side items), and hot tamales.
I could easily see myself in Greenwood. My friend JJB would be quick to call my bluff. Apparently, I have a new dream city every six months... New Orleans, Memphis, Atlanta, Austin, Portland, Chicago, DC. LOL. Yes, this is true! This indecisive traveler is in pursuit of adventure with an open mind, open palate, and open map.
Friday, January 29, 2010
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Trader Joe's: 4 Great Finds
It's official. Trader Joe's is my favorite grocery store. The Philadelphia store that I frequent is actually the only grocery store in Center City besides Whole Foods. So, I usually go prepared for a mob scene. The high demand sometimes leaves the store bleak and lifeless, but I really can't complain. I always manage to find healthy, tasty treats for the low low. Here are 4 great finds from my most recent visits:
JOE-JOE'S: These were my initiation to Trader Joe's. My first visit was at their Chapel Hill, NC store where I accompanied a friend to buy a box of these naturally delicious morsels of goodness. During our brief stint as roommates in Illinois, he would drive two towns over to make the obligatory Trader Joe's run for Joe-Joe's. Yeah, I'm kind of addicted now. These babies have real vanilla bean speckles. Ooh wee!!!
SWEET POTATO CHIPS: Oh, how I love sweet potatoes! A gift from God! Seriously, I was tempted to finish the entire bag in one sitting.
PUMPKIN BUTTER: Apparently, I'm the only one in my family who likes pumpkin flavor. More for me! My palate is open, baby... Just like my mind. LOL. Don't take me too seriously... This was GOOD on homemade buttermilk biscuits.
FIG CEREAL BARS: Delish and only $1.69 for a box of 6
JOE-JOE'S: These were my initiation to Trader Joe's. My first visit was at their Chapel Hill, NC store where I accompanied a friend to buy a box of these naturally delicious morsels of goodness. During our brief stint as roommates in Illinois, he would drive two towns over to make the obligatory Trader Joe's run for Joe-Joe's. Yeah, I'm kind of addicted now. These babies have real vanilla bean speckles. Ooh wee!!!
SWEET POTATO CHIPS: Oh, how I love sweet potatoes! A gift from God! Seriously, I was tempted to finish the entire bag in one sitting.
PUMPKIN BUTTER: Apparently, I'm the only one in my family who likes pumpkin flavor. More for me! My palate is open, baby... Just like my mind. LOL. Don't take me too seriously... This was GOOD on homemade buttermilk biscuits.
FIG CEREAL BARS: Delish and only $1.69 for a box of 6
Friday, January 15, 2010
Katrina's Letter to Haiti
Haiti my heart is heavy for you
Wrenched by the havoc that came like a thief in the night to beset you
The cosmic dust rising high over Hispaniolan Pine is thicker than London’s fog
Desperate cries of misery bellow out from stark silhouettes hidden beneath the rubble
I wince!
The images are much too familiar
The sadness still lingers
The grief is unbearable
I am an-gry as hell!
Those were MY people that you abandoned and left for dead!
Those were MY people that you slandered and called looters!
My people that you simply forgot about
You didn’t write back.
You didn’t return my phone call.
You didn’t even text.
How rude!
Kij an yo rele sa an kreyol? (What do you call that in Haitian Kreyol?)
I’m a true patriot, you know
Born and raised in the hills of Mississippi
Everyone I knew growing up ate fried chicken and watermelon with their KOOL-AID
The black faces that you forgot about
Collards on the stovetop
Cornbread in the oven
Can I get some plantains, patees, and poisson with that?
I try some piklis thinking it’s like coleslaw
UHHHH…. HOT! HOT! HOT! My mouth is on fire.
We are one people
Unity is our strength
Kisa ou bezouen? (What do you need?)
I am here to help you.
-Brother Soulistic
Wrenched by the havoc that came like a thief in the night to beset you
The cosmic dust rising high over Hispaniolan Pine is thicker than London’s fog
Desperate cries of misery bellow out from stark silhouettes hidden beneath the rubble
I wince!
The images are much too familiar
The sadness still lingers
The grief is unbearable
I am an-gry as hell!
Those were MY people that you abandoned and left for dead!
Those were MY people that you slandered and called looters!
My people that you simply forgot about
You didn’t write back.
You didn’t return my phone call.
You didn’t even text.
How rude!
Kij an yo rele sa an kreyol? (What do you call that in Haitian Kreyol?)
I’m a true patriot, you know
Born and raised in the hills of Mississippi
Everyone I knew growing up ate fried chicken and watermelon with their KOOL-AID
The black faces that you forgot about
Collards on the stovetop
Cornbread in the oven
Can I get some plantains, patees, and poisson with that?
I try some piklis thinking it’s like coleslaw
UHHHH…. HOT! HOT! HOT! My mouth is on fire.
We are one people
Unity is our strength
Kisa ou bezouen? (What do you need?)
I am here to help you.
-Brother Soulistic
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