Blood in my veins…….

We moved to the south when I was 5 years old………….

It was never enough for the South………

Unless you were conceived on this soil, born in your Southern state and never left your native soil……..you will not be considered “local”.

I always took great offense at that.

My Northern cousins would say I had an accent or was a Southern Belle….

My Southern friends said I talked like a Yankee……….

I was a transplant.

Plain and simple.

It hurt………I wondered aimlessly……ok, not really but I still find myself whispering my response when someone asks…..”Were you born here?”

I just couldn’t tell the difference.

I felt like a Southerner but apparently the blood in my veins was Yankee to any true local.

It wasn’t until my truly blood born Southern Romeo requested his favorite stuffing that I felt the Yankee blood “squirting” in little teensie eensie pulses through my veins.

I mean stuffing….homemade……….that was a big request alone.

Daunting in itself was the challenge to not use “Stove Top” boxed stuffing and fancy it up…….but it was the main ingredient that brought out a tad bit of Yankee squeamishness…….
I mean, I like this ingredient with some spinach…..bacon……..cheese……and served Rockefeller style…….

But stuffing????

Well…….I was up to the task and didn’t want Romeo to see the beads of sweat on my forehead about the fear of breaking free of Stove Top and actually delving into the “cornbread” and “bread crumb” arena.

Nooooooooo……..I wanted to impress……….melt his heart………taunt his tastebuds…………
So we were faxed this recipe………..and if you turn it counter clockwise you can read it : )

But…….faxed it nonetheless from a true Southern belle…….

She has always prepared it off the top of her head for years apparently……I mean who does that??? I was so impressed with that alone, that I have framed this recipe and will ask her to please sign and date it next to the incorrect fax date…..precious Southern Belle…..I am just going to call her Scarlett…….

So anyways….Scarlett took the time to sit down and put it into quantity format for me. What a sweet lady. I’m picture her with quill pen in hand……windows open……magnolia breeze……well…..it’s fall…..so maybe no magnolias but a salty breeze blowing the curtains in her window as she pens it for this damsel in a faraway place………..

Do not tell me if this is different! I don’t want to know if she was pulling this off the back of the chicken broth can. This was all just too Southern cool for me………

Please, no one tell her that this precious family recipe of hers written down with quill pen went to a darn Yankee…..

So anyways…..I received our faxed recipe, took a xanax and read it.

Gulp.…..

#1. Pulling out the box was always a “fancy” preparation for me….but this required more than open the foil package and put a lid on it…..Wahhhhhhhh…

#2. Shellfish and thanksgiving dinner combination was bringing out the “gag” reflex. Wahhhh………

#3. Did I mention I love the box kind of stuffing? Wahhhhhhhhh…….
and finally #4…………the Fresh Fish Market STINKS where you have to purchase these babies!
It would make my clothes stink…. Wahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

But I wiped the sweat off my brow….took another xanax….rolled up my sleeves…and I chopped…..

I Minced……..


I crumbled……I crumbled….I mean how cool is that…..I crumbled. Not in the metaphorical sense although I was tempted…..


Then I threw it all together…….

And Sauteed…………..You heard me……I didn’t just simmer…….

I SAUTEED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don’t even know how to spell it but I DID IT!!!!!!!!


Then softly and every so gently……I combined………Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh………….

and Yummmmm yummmmmmm good……………

Think there may be some hope for this “transplant” yet………

If you would like a really good, truly Southern recipe for Oyster stuffing feel free to email me………..I’m now claiming it as my own …………..

I am even going to make up a story about my Aunt Lula Bell preparing this for us in her cottage by the sea…..

I can remember it like it was yesterday……..we children would all shuck the oysters we had harvested sitting on her big front porch.

We could see the big bonfire out on the sandy beach and there would be so much laughter and mouths watering as we would prepare the oysters knowing Aunt Lula Bell was going to make her special stuffing that we would all anticipate………

Ahhhhhh……..

So from my Southern table to yours……….

Hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving and you may want to try this Southern style stuffing for your Christmas dinner.

Dang it, if my blood doesn’t feel saltier!

Love ya’ll,

Me

0 thoughts on “Blood in my veins…….

  • November 30, 2009 at 10:42 pm
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    Yum! Can’t believe you were trying to be sneaky with me! I love Oysters!

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