Just a Pinch of South

For those of us who grew up in the South but have moved elsewhere, we love our roots and all they have provided. There's a lot that I've come to appreciate about the South. But let's be honest, most of us don't want to go back to "full Southern." We're happy with just a pinch here and there to add flavor to the life we live now. If you are not a Southerner, perhaps you'll come to better appreciate the little gifts the American South has given and continues to give our culture. This blog is written by Elizabeth Bloodworth. Photos are not mine unless specified. Email me at justapinchofsouth @ gmail dot com. I tweet at @apinchofsouth and my other tumblr is called "everythingthatdoesntfitelsewhere" which is just what it sounds like.

Posts tagged cheese straws

These are the cheese straws my friend MFG sent me today. I ate all of them.
Every. Single. One.
Lacking sweet tea, I went with a Diet Coke, which paired decently well.
I asked MFG if I could post the recipe. No was her reply.
Some family recipes gotta stay in the family. This one is tasty enough that I can’t argue with her. She’ll just have to make them for me on a regular basis.

These are the cheese straws my friend MFG sent me today. I ate all of them.

Every. Single. One.

Lacking sweet tea, I went with a Diet Coke, which paired decently well.

I asked MFG if I could post the recipe. No was her reply.

Some family recipes gotta stay in the family. This one is tasty enough that I can’t argue with her. She’ll just have to make them for me on a regular basis.

I’m craving cheese straws right now.
Specifically the “touchstone” cheese straws of my youth. They were made at the First Presbyterian Church of Atlanta and given out at happy hour, um, I mean fellowship hour after the 11am service. All cheese straws in my life shall be compared to these. Generally speaking homemade is preferable to store-bought, but what about church-made? Surely that’s allowed to win a taste test?
Perhaps you, too, have cheese straws to which all others are compared. My grandmother made a pretty mean batch herself.
For those of you not familiar with the items pictured above, they are made with butter, flour, and cheese along with a few other “secret” ingredients to give them a little kick.
I’ve discovered they are virtually impossible to come by in New York City. In fact, there are these other things masquerading as cheese straws around here. They are essentially dry bread sticks with some sort of dry cheese on them. Like long skinny cheese crackers. Nonsense. Call them something else, please.
If you have a favorite brand of the real thing, especially one I could order for delivery (or pick up next time I’m in Atlanta), do tell. Or send me a homemade batch. I wouldn’t object. Facebook or Tweet me your recommendations, please!

I’m craving cheese straws right now.

Specifically the “touchstone” cheese straws of my youth. They were made at the First Presbyterian Church of Atlanta and given out at happy hour, um, I mean fellowship hour after the 11am service. All cheese straws in my life shall be compared to these. Generally speaking homemade is preferable to store-bought, but what about church-made? Surely that’s allowed to win a taste test?

Perhaps you, too, have cheese straws to which all others are compared. My grandmother made a pretty mean batch herself.

For those of you not familiar with the items pictured above, they are made with butter, flour, and cheese along with a few other “secret” ingredients to give them a little kick.

I’ve discovered they are virtually impossible to come by in New York City. In fact, there are these other things masquerading as cheese straws around here. They are essentially dry bread sticks with some sort of dry cheese on them. Like long skinny cheese crackers. Nonsense. Call them something else, please.

If you have a favorite brand of the real thing, especially one I could order for delivery (or pick up next time I’m in Atlanta), do tell. Or send me a homemade batch. I wouldn’t object. Facebook or Tweet me your recommendations, please!