Thursday, October 29, 2009


Having been raised by a good home cook who was slightly snobby, I had never been exposed before I left home to such plebeian food as KFC and corn dogs. She basically turned up her nose at all foods that were served in a plastic basket. Her children were something of a trial to her as we all loved TV dinners, gooshy white bread, iceberg lettuce and bologna from a plastic package.

My Beloved was astonished when he learned that I had never been to KFC; he took me there shortly after I moved to California. I haven't been back but I like that my experience has been broadened.

On my recent trip to the East coast, my sister and I stopped at a restaurant in North Carolina which shall remain anonymous and I found on the menu at last a chance to sample a corn dog. It came with French fries and a very sour pickle, a tube steak wrapped in a sort of cornbread blanket, impaled on a stick and deep fried. You may recall that I'm a big fan of hot dogs, so I enjoyed my corn dog very much. This is not "gourmet" food but it's good food, hot and sweet from the cornbread and salty from the hot dog. The fries were done the way I like them, crispy on the outside, creamy in the middle with just a hint of salt. It was served in a plastic basket lined with greaseproof paper and brought to the table by a waitress who called me "Sweetie." Southern hospitality has my vote.

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Blogger Kailyn said...

You dipped the corn dog in mustard, didn't you?

Thursday, October 29, 2009  
Blogger Zoomie said...

Kailyn, yes, sweetie, ah did.

Thursday, October 29, 2009  
Blogger Chilebrown said...

Poor, Poor Zoomie, no plebeian food to you left the abode.
My folks would not let us have soda's. My Grandmother would always have those little 7 ounce 7-Ups. They were so very special.
The only plebeian food my folks would allow us to have was McDonald's once a month after Church in El Cerrito. It was the only McDonalds at the time.

Thursday, October 29, 2009  
Blogger Zoomie said...

Chilebrown, such permissive parents! I didn't taste a McDonald's burger until I was 17 - no, not kidding!

Friday, October 30, 2009  
Blogger cookiecrumb said...

I didn't taste a McDonald's burger until I was 17, too, because the franchise didn't exist most places I lived. What were they then, about 25 cents?

Saturday, October 31, 2009  
Blogger dancingmorganmouse said...

A TUBE steak? What, pray tell, is a tube steak? (yes, I could google, but I'd rather wait)

Saturday, October 31, 2009  
Blogger Zoomie said...

Cookiecrumb, 15 cents!

Morgan, a tube steak is W.C. Fields' description of a hot dog (sausage).

Sunday, November 01, 2009  

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