As you may know, I was born in the south. I was born in Georgia and I was born in Atlanta at Grady Memorial Hospital. So, as you can see, I’m part of the Georgia trifecta; native southerner, native Georgian, and native Atlantan.
I’m very proud of that and I’m also very proud of the cuisine that is part of southern culture. I’m talking about the hot buttered biscuits, the cornbread, the fried okra, the mac & cheese, the peach cobbler, the grits, and oh yes, the fried chicken – fried chicken so good that you want to court-martial the colonel and tell Church’s to go to hell.
So you can understand why I’m very distressed to know that there won’t be any southern cuisine at the Denver Democratic National Convention.
As part of the effort to make the 2008 national convention the greenest ever, the Democrats’ catering guidelines include one that strikes at the heart of Southern cuisine: No fried food.
No fried chicken. No fried catfish. No fried green tomatoes. No fried okra. No fried anything.
Source: 6/26/2008 AJC article “Southern shocker: No fried food at Democratic convention”
Yes, you read that right.
Those liberal, commie wackos out in Denver want us to southern Democrats to eat healthy. Well, let me tell you, if I wanted to eat healthy I’d cut back on my daily breakfast of a dozen eggs and a loaf of toast (no, I don’t really eat that much. I just heard Redd Foxx use that line on a episode of “Sanford & Son” and it always cracks me up.).
I’ve got a strong inclination to go out to Denver with a couple of hot plates, a bag of chicken legs (on sale this week at Kroger for 99 cents a pound), fry up some chicken and see which line is longer…
…The line for the rabbit food?
Or the line for the real, southern food?