Showing posts with label southern. Show all posts
Showing posts with label southern. Show all posts

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Southern Food Night!


is southern food supposed to be yellow? i'd say 90% of our southern dishes were, in fact, all yellow.

(before i continue, i apologize for being so terrible at timely updates. for some reason i like to reflect on EFNs months after they happen)

in any case: southern food night! but wait, is "southern" an ethnicity? interesting you should ask. i don't care to find out at the moment. instead, "ethnic food night" has been temporarily changed to "themed food night" or "geographically-based food night." and it might change again, bitches.

southern food night! ho'con's and blonde's! (soon to be blonde's, ten's and wheelah's!)

drinks: mint julep comes to mind. arnold palmers with alcohol. other things with whiskey. (please note the "Hard Times" brand whiskey below. how did we get such a classy group of people in one place?)

we started off with some of claire's delicious popovers. i think we decided that they weren't exactly southern, but that didnt make them any less desirable. the popovers were so good, in fact, that i had trouble stuffing myself with other food later = always a problem.

After the popovers, food began rapidly appearing on the table. Now, on to the montage of yellow:





above you'll find ten's/paula deen's bread puddin and green bean casserole. total butter: 10 sticks.

just below the casserole wheelah's/gladys knight's mac and cheese. calories per serving: c'mon it's southern food night. we can't be thinking about that.

at this point in my blog, i believe i have realized the limitations of the blogger tool. i can't put any more pictures in this thing.

verbal recap: lbj's shrimp and grits were the hit of the night. kat and jazz's tales of buying a whole catfish from the asian food market and butchering it their cheap-selves provided us with some stomach-churning humor. ktodd and hocon marveled on the dessert front. fist claimed to help, but in actuality didn't do shit.

ethnic food nights continue to replicate ancient roman feasts - too many libations and a case of the food babies. so, let's do it again! next up? perhaps a return to a more literal ethnic food night? perhaps on to the much-talked about "iron chef night"? perhaps another ethnic food night to go?

until next time!