Southernisms: I Could Eat


Each week we have a hashtag game at Progressive Redneck Preacher called “Southernisms”. A southernism is a phrase, activity, or ritual common to our southern culture – sometimes amazingly beautiful, sometimes pretty helpful, sometimes uproariously funny. The past two weeks we had the hashtag #icouldeat . This hashtag comes from what is considered a polite, common answer to the question, “Are y’all hungry for something?” Also, sometimes “I could eat” leads into a description of how hungry you are. “I’m so hungry I could eat a horse” comes to mind. We asked people to think about the question, “What is your most unique or your favorite southern dish, southern meal, or story about eating in the south?” and to share that, with the hashtag #icouldeat . Or, alternately, to share the strangest thing they’ve heard someone share that they could eat.

Next week, with us coming out of the labor day weekend, I’d like to follow up with a suggestion made by Gabriel Sealey-Morris, author of The Stubborn Pines. He recommended #listentotheworkingman, stories about the experiences, struggles, or wisdom of working class men. I’d like to add, remembering this week’s day of action for women done by Moral Monday, #awomansworkisneverdone, a hashtag about the same issue but focusing on working women, especially (but not limited to) southern culture. This way we can highlight both the working man and working woman. Share these examples, with the appropriate hashtag, to my Facebook profile. Also please include songs, stories, pictures, and memes that connect with this theme as well.

Here are some of the answers our readers gave us this week to the call to share about southern food and southern eating in #icouldeat:

pork and gravy
Gabe Sealey-Morris, the author of Stubborn Pines, a novel of the new south we will soon be reviewing at Progressive Redneck Preacher, says “#icouldeat a whole pork shoulder in gravy”.

skillet cornbread
Calla Belbin writes, “#icouldeat unsweet cornbread ’til ‘y’all’ goes out of style”.

shrimp and grits

My mother-in-law, Kristine Laun Clark, says her favorite southern food is ” Shrimp and grits! Thank you Jesus!”


Steve Horn says “#icouldeat ‘nanner puddin'”.  So could I, Steve.  So could I.

eastern nc barbecue

Brittany Glenn-Steiner says, “BBQ (pulled pork) is definitely my favorite. I could just eat it all”. As does Tamara Story Knowles.


I could eat handmade pimento cheese. The best I’ve had so far, bar none, was the pimento cheese at Inspirational Grounds Coffee shop in Dunn, NC.

chess pie

Sally Rigg says “Anything w/garlic-cheese grits and chess pie suits me!” I, a life-long southerner, had to ask her and then look up what chess pie is. Apparently there is a southern food that’s new to me.  Gotta try it.

Rev. Amanda Kie Borchik shared a new pie for me: “You also have to try buttermilk pie, if you’ve never had it. I recommend Scratch Baking in Durham for all your pie-tasting needs”.  

Challenge accepted!

Here are some stories of southern eatin’:

pig pickin
Growing up, I actually didn’t attend a pig picking until I was a teenager, because as a child my parents attended an off-shoot of the Seventh Day Adventists that tried to keep kosher — no pork, no shrimp, nada. (Not eating pork, by the way, puts you at a huge social disadvantage in southern culture, let me tell you). Well this was not the case as a teenager, and I still remember the first pig-picking I went to. It was at my uncle John’s, of blessed memory. He was, among other things, a pig farmer, as were many of my ancestors. So for him, a pig picking was the end of harvest time. It was no small affair. I actually brought a date to it. And thank God! There were at least four huge barrels in which whole hogs were slow-cooked in eastern NC-style vinegar barbecue. There was country music playing and everyone dancing. It was like a community street party. Food, drinks, everything. I remember thinking, as I looked at the juicy aromatic NC barbecue uncle John was cutting up for the guests, “I didn’t know what I was missing. ‪#‎icouldeat‬ that all night”. And I did. I can’t recall if my date and I cut a rug or not, but I hope we did. I learned that in my wider family of cousins, aunts, and uncles, a pig picking was more like a southern luau.


As a teenager, I went fishing with my buddy Cecil, who grew up in a town named “Beaver’s Creek”. (If a town is named for a woodland creature, i.e. “a varmint”, be clear: it is likely as southern and country as collard greens). Anyway, we had caught a mess of fish. Then suddenly, we turned and perhaps the largest snapping turtle I have ever seen had knocked over our bucket.  It was destroying our fish in a feeding frenzy. We both were furious, and swore as much like sailors as teenage boys can. Then Cecil’s face scrunched up as he clearly had an epiphany. “I hear turtle ain’t bad. ‪#‎icouldeat‬ me one of them”. The next day Cecil brought me a soup that tasted a whole lot like Brunswick stew which he swore was made from a night of cooking turtle. It was delicious, and had an accompanying turtle shell to go with it. Cecil’s Turtle Stew remains one of the most unique southern dishes I’ve ever eaten.
Becca Mueffelmann responded to this story by saying soup was the “only thing those damn things are good for….snapping turtles are ugly jerks.” Many southern readers concurred.


Another story of southern eatin’: One of my favorite places to eat in high school while I was living in a southern military town was my friend Miguel’s. His parents were from Puerto Rico and when I was invited to their house, his mother would always have the best dishes — rice, plantains, chicken. My mouth waters just thinking of it. I remember swearing to myself that I had to find a nice young lady from Puerto Rico to marry because the food was so very good. (I’m happy with who I married btw, California girl though she is). I also remember paying attention to Miguel’s momma’s critique of restaurants. “Don’t let me hear you are eating at Taco Bell! Show some self respect and eat real food. Mi Casitas or Monterrey maybe. But not that fake Americanized food”. But really, who wanted that when her food was better? ‪#‎icouldeat‬ it any day! And this is a memory of a meal in the south, from a southern family. My friends Miguel and Gabriel spent most of their time in Alabama and North Carolina and so the south is as much a part of their roots as it is mine. I share this story to help change the picture of the south. We’ve always had Hispanic families in the south, and still do. They are as much a part of our cultural tapestry as Scottish dancers, rural pig pickings, and bluegrass.

And finally, two readers suggested the strangest “I’m so hungry I could eats”:

Calla Belbin quips,”The weirdest I ever heard is: ‘I’m so hungry #icould eat the rump off a skunk.'”
Richard Allen Jernigan, a regular reader, says, “Okay for weird things how’s this one? ‘I’m so hungry I could eat the a** end out of an old wash woman’s drawers.’ Yes, I have heard that one more than once.”
Eww. That’s nasty, ya”ll.

To get us back thinking about appetizing foods:

another family reunionEating is a big deal in the south. In a recent interview Rev. Hugh Hollowell gave Progressive Redneck Preacher, he said, “In the south, food is love”. There is truth to his words. How many of us southerners over the years have heard a grandmother or aunt say “Eat up. You are a growing boy” or “Girl, you need to put some meat on them bones”, as they nearly shoved food down our mouths whether we were willing to eat or not?

Yet eating in the south is not just about nutrition. It is about extending the bounds of family. It is about how wide the welcome will be. Even as a young adult in the south, I knew if I heard someone say, “Put your feet under my table. Have a bite to eat, and sit a spell”, that person was treating me like family. This is a part of why Jim Crow was so isolating, and its removal so earth-shattering.  Saying people of different races could sit at the same table and eat together was tantamount to saying they were kin, they were family, they were related.  This element is part of why the whole debate behind “do we eat Chik-Fil-A or not?” became such a big deal to many people in the south.  Who are we loving, or not loving, if we eat that chicken sandwich?  This factor also is why whether you’d been to someone’s home, or whether someone’s had you to supper, or not, was once a great gauge in southern culture on how significant your relationship was. “Well, y’all may say you’re friends, but have you been to their house yet?” “You say she’s serious, but have you taken her to dinner to meet your folks?”

country fried chicken 2Interestingly enough, the very unique southern foods that people find so colorful, which companies like “Kentucky Fried Chicken”, “Bojangles”, “Church’s Chicken”, and others have mass-marketed not just nationally but around the world, are in fact one of the most multi-cultural and diverse contributions of southern culture. What we consider traditional southern foods — fried chicken, collard greens, okra, corn bread, and sweet tea, among others — include in their histories a dizzying cultural diversity expressed in our dinner table.

In Deep South magazine, chef Todd Richards charts the unique history of southern cuisine:
A_Southern_Barbecue“You have to look at two things: what came with the slaves on the boat and what they had to work with when they got to America. There was a strong Native American influence in the early beginnings of Southern food when slaves began arriving: crops like corn and techniques like frying. Then, you have crops and techniques that came over from West Africa with the slaves, like the peanut (or goober peas), okra (or gumbo) and stewing techniques. There’s also daily survival ingredients like watermelons, which served as canteens in the fields. It’s 95 percent water. The slaves also used the rind as soles for their shoes. So ingredients like this that are now part of Americana and the Native American influence really started shaping Southern food very early on. But you can’t discount other influences like that of the Spanish and Portuguese through Louisiana or the Latin influence through parts of Texas. The slaves worked with what was available to them and adapted their daily diets accordingly….

country fried chicken 1What people don’t really understand about Southern food is that it is all based off of preservation methods. How can we keep the food for the longest period of time and make sure it’s safe to eat? … Salting and frying meats and vegetables were simply preservation methods they learned from the Native Americans. They adapted to survive, while in the process, unknowingly transforming the Southern diet with the ingredients they brought with them from Africa. They found that they could grow these crops quite well here in the South.

…Definitely one-pot cooking [was created by southern slaves]. Gumbo, cornbread and hoecakes were being done out in the fields. There were no lunch breaks. But, to me, the most essential technique to come out of slave-based cooking is preservation…

To me, greens tell the unique story of Southern food. There was no refrigeration, so slaves used meat, mostly pork, and salt to preserve the greens by laying the meat on top. Not only did the pork preserve what was underneath, but it flavored it as well. They didn’t necessarily eat the meat after the greens were finished. They might repurpose it. Frying was another technique. Many people are shocked to learn that fried chicken is not Southern-born but actually Scandinavian and Native American. Animals in West Africa were not fatty. It was hot; they didn’t require fat to stay warm. Frying was a preservation method the slaves adopted. I found this out when I was up in Louisville, Kentucky, researching Native American foods. They were teaching the method to the Lewis and Clark Expedition. It was meant to preserve the meat underneath the skin during long journeys. They would fry rabbits, squirrels, small game birds in bear oil. Slaves in certain regions of the South caught on to this method, finding the skin of the chicken, for instance, to be quite tasty. Jerky is another example of preservation turned tasty snack in the fields. You take the meat off the bottom of the shank, slice it very thin and dry it out on tobacco leaves. They learned this preservation method from the Native Americans, because in the early days of slavery, Africans knew little of preserving meat. The slaves economically had no choice but to stretch every last morsel of food they had. Food preservation is the key to all Southern cooking. It is the essential ingredient.”

The Princeton University website adds further details about the history of the southern diet:
nc_barbecue_trail“The most notable influences come from African American, Scottish, Irish, French, Native American, British, and Spanish cuisines. Soul food, Creole, Cajun, Lowcountry, and Floribbean are examples of Southern cuisine. In recent history, elements of Southern cuisine have spread north, having an effect on the development of other types of American cuisine.

Many items such as squash, tomatoes, corn (and its derivatives, including grits), as well as the practice of deep pit barbecuing were inherited from the southeastern American Indian tribes such as the Caddo, Choctaw, and Seminole. Many foods associated with sugar, flour, milk, eggs (many kinds of baking or dairy products such as breads and cheeses) are more associated with Europe. The South’s propensity for a full breakfast (as opposed to a Continental one with a simple bread item and drink) is derived from the British fry up, although it was altered substantially. Much of Cajun or Creole cuisine is based on France, and on Spain to a lesser extent. Floribbean is more Spanish-based with obvious Caribbean influences, while Tex-Mex has considerable Mexican and native tribes touches.”


western nc bbqUS History Scene adds further details about the influence of African slaves on traditional southern diet, including the fact that pit barbecuing, where the tradition of southern barbecue and the southern pig-picking comes from, originated in methods used by slaves to cook their meat, which were so successful and delicious eventually their masters picked up on them.  Apparently a part of the prevalence of chicken and pig meat in southern culture was because the majority of the population was originally very poor, owning only small amounts of land.  While it takes acres upon acres to raise cattle, both chickens and pigs grow easily in small areas of farm land.


This diversity in the southern dinner table is only growing with each passing generation. One of the reasons I made a point to share my experience having dinner with my friends who were a part of a southern Puerto Rican family is to help recognize how the mosaic of faces, families, and cultures in the south is adding new hues to its mix. Hispanic food, whether Puerto Rican, Brasilian, or Mexican, is now evidence of how the mix of southern foods is multi-cultural. Almost every southern town of any size now has both a Mexican restaurant and a Chinese restaurant. We would do a dis-service to our ever broadening cultural context to overlook such southern watering holes. I wonder in what ways these foods will eventually become a part of the fusion that is southern culture.

In my own family, at immediate family dinners we now sometimes have wonderful Filipino foods mixed in with collard greens and fried chicken, as well as at times California-style dishes from family members through marriage. At extended family reunions, these distinctively southern gatherings often also include food from various Hispanic cultures, and also Lebanese and Korean dishes.

Southern eating is inherently diverse.

jesus breaking breadI would add as a progressive Christian that the symbol of the open family table, which we sit at and so become as family to each other that is so key in the south, has added symbolism. For progressive Christians such as myself, this family table is ultimately pictured in the table Christ sets for us where the symbols of his own life are made available, not just for some people, but for all who live. In the progressive Christian community, the open table is a symbol for the welcome of God who, as Father, Son, and Mothering Holy Spirit, has opened their arms wide not just to embrace certain people, but to welcome all people to sit at the family table. In the progressive Christian community, it is a fitting symbol for the need to tear down barriers to everyone having equal opportunity for education, for work, for a role in the church, for marriage, to raise children, and to have healthcare, food, and basic needs met. The southern family table we remember when we say #icouldeat is a symbol for the calling of people of faith and people of good will to attempt to make true the promise of Acts 4, which describes God the Holy Spirit birthing a community where people shared their goods, services, and opportunities so there was more than enough for everyone and there was no poor among them.

source of life moltmannTheologian Jurgen Moltmann describes what this would look like in his book The Source of Life:
“The ideology of ‘there is never enough for everyone’ makes people lonely. It isolates them and robs them of relationship. The opposite of poverty isn’t property. The opposite of both poverty and property is community. For in community we become rich: rich in friends, in neighbors, in colleagues, in comrades, in brothers and sisters. Together, as a community, we can help ourselves in most of our difficulties. For, after all, there are enough people and enough ideas, capabilities and energies to be had. They are only lying fallow, or are stunted and suppressed. So let us discover our wealth; let us discover our solidarity; let us build up communities; let us take our lives into our hands, and at long last out of the hands of the people who want to dominate and exploit us”.

It is just this understanding of the southern family table which a southern preacher from Georgia used 51 years ago to call our nation to a new understanding:

To which I say, let’s each grab a plate, a cup, and a spoon. Let’s join together in setting that table of welcome. I don’t know about you, but I could eat and share my full at a table like that.

And I ain’t whistling Dixie!
Your Progressive Redneck Preacher,

Me, after cooking one o my favorite breakfast meals: Eggs in a basket.  Yumm.

Me, after cooking one of my favorite breakfast meals: Eggs in a basket. Yumm.


3 thoughts on “Southernisms: I Could Eat

  1. Reblogged this on Grace and Stuff and commented:
    Good stuff! Served up hot and fresh with a heaping side of family and community. Y’ll get you some!

  2. “Thanks for the follow,” she said licking her greasy fingers. Consider being a guest blogger for me. You can contact me privately ( if you’re interested.

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