appalachian eats

My husband loves icebreaker questions. 

- If you were an animal, what kind?

- If you could have any superpower, which one and why?

- If you had to own a restaurant or food truck, what would you sell?


I'm not so great with icebreakers; never sure how much thought to put into an answer. And the last has historically been left unanswered. I would never own a restaurant or food truck - I worked food service for almost ten years (host, waitress, cook, and dish washer). I can't even imagine choosing to own any business in the restaurant industry, not even for a game. 

But during a conversation with friends about food we ate growing up, I found my answer: I would own a food truck that sells deep southern soul food - an "Appalachian Eats" of sorts. 

The southern cuisine is perhaps the only aspect of my culture that I embrace. 


Appalachian Eats Menu

Mornin' Y'all

Grits (butter or cheese) (note: salty only, no sweet grits)

Biscuit and Sausage Gravy

Buttered Biscuit (with apple butter, strawberry freezer jam, or honey)


Y'uns Ready to Eat?

Chicken 'n' Dumplin's

Cornbread and Pintos

Fried Cabbage 'n' Sausage

Catfish Po'Boy

Veggie Plate: slice of heirloom tomato, salty hushpuppies with honey butter, hominy, pork belly 'n' collard greens

Fried Green Tomatoes, with salty pimento cheese


Sweet Fixin's

Cobbler (peach, blackberry, or apple)

Black Walnut Cake


Drinks

Sweet Tea

Coke, RC, Cheerwine, NeHi


If I were an animal, I would be a dragon that acts like a cat. Unless I can only choose real animals, in which case a I would be a cat.

If I could have any superpower, it would be to sleep without time passing. 

If I had to own a food truck, I would make my favorite food: Appalachian comfort food.



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