I think it's funny, of course, to pigeonhole 'American' food. After all, we Americans come from all corners of the globe, and everyone has contributed to our amalgam of cuisine. When I think of standard 4th of July fare, hot dogs, burgers and watermelon come to mind. But is that what I'm enjoying this holiday? Psh.
My family has a habit of doing things a little differently. Summer, for me, has always been a time to celebrate the bounty of the land... things like fresh produce hand-harvested from the garden, and a catch of the day that you, yourself, actually caught. Whether Iowa corn and bluegill fillets or Louisiana okra and catfish, I've always had my bases covered for the best cook-outs you can come by.
Roughly 1 lb collard greens
2 slices bacon
1/2 C chicken stock
1/2 tsp cider vinegar
1/4 tsp sugar
Salt and pepper
Hot sauce
As for those tomatoes... I love them fried up just like this. It reminds me of a story my parents like to tell. When I was young, about four years old, my grandparents stopped by our house to see if I'd like to join them for ice cream at the best little ice cream shop in the whole wide world. Instead of clamoring out the door instantly like a normal child, I refused to go anywhere. Why? Mom was making fried zucchini. Mom and Dad had to swear on their lives that there'd be some waiting for me when I got back from Four Queens before I would agree to being treated to ice cream. Yeah. My mom's fried zucchini is that good.
Our collards and fried green tomatoes were excellent accompaniments to some fried catfish and frog legs. (You think I was a weird kid for loving fried zucchini that much? As a child I made myself sick eating too many frog legs on more than one occasion. What is it with me and food??) I totally failed at getting pictures of the fish, but let me show you how we do it proper in the South...
That's about all for now... gotta clean up the kitchen before we walk down to the pops concert at the capitol. I love holidays!
To life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness...
Cheers!
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