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This Week’s Southernism, Monday, October 26, 2020
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This Week’s Southernism, Monday, October 19, 2020
“I believe in freedom of speech, but I also believe that we have an obligation to condemn speech that is racist, bigoted, anti-Semitic, or hateful.”
— John Robert Lewis,
Photo: Deborah Fagan Carpenter
This Week’s Southernism, Tuesday, September 29, 2020
“Teach them the quiet verbs of kindness, to live beyond themselves.”
— Pat Conroy
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The Gold Embossed Funeral Invitation
The Gold Embossed Funeral Invitation
“Look at this. Ever seen anything like this?”
“What is it?” Kay asks, walking towards me where I stand at the kitchen counter opening the daily mail.
“Well, I don’t know. Never seen anything like it.”
There we pause, staring at the solid black envelope addressed in gold, calligraphic script. Containing a striking ebony funeral invitation the embossed, gold letters read:
“The honor of your presence is requested for the funeral, Saturday, February 4, 2017, 10:00 a.m. U. S. Knoxville National Cemetery, Knoxville, Tennessee.”
“Who is it from?” Kay asks. “Well, I don’t know. Doesn’t say.”
“That’s strange.”
“Sure is.”
“Who died?”
“Don’t now. Doesn’t say that either.”
“Well, what are you going to do?”
“Beats me.”
“Well, someone must want you there.”
“Yeah, I reckon, unless it’s a mistake.”
“But it’s got your name on the envelope.”
“Sure does. Strange.”
Saturday morning comes. After a bowl of oatmeal and cup of coffee, I move to the bedroom closet and reach for my dark suit, white shirt, and navy-blue tie. “Where are you going?”
“Reckon I’ll drive over to that funeral in Knoxville.”
“Seriously?”
“Sure. Guess I feel I should. Besides, I admit I’m pretty curious. You stay here and relax. I got this.”
Completing my 40 minute drive from our nearby town to the Knoxville cemetery, I motor slowly around the burial grounds until I see a line of parked cars near a tented fresh grave site. Parking at the end of the line, I exit my automobile and amble to the edge of the gathering.
Coats are the fashion of the morning. I’m glad I listened to Kay and brought mine, I think, as the early morning, February air chills us. I recognize no one.
The ritual begins. The minister in the black suit reads from the Bible, “Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself.” Then he tears the page out of the Good Book, drops it into the fresh grave, and remarks somberly, “We do not live by these words anymore. Let us give them a decent burial.”
The Reverend next reads from the Sermon on the Mount, “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.” Gently separating the page from the Holy Book, releasing it to float to the bottom of the pit, he intones, “We pay our respects to the Golden Rule, which no longer lives in our midst.”
Visiting other noble verses from the Bible, the mysterious Man-o’-the-Cloth slowly dislodges each page sending one after another to its’ grave.
“Love your enemies.”
“Pray for those who persecute you.”
“Be Kind to one another.”
“Make love your aim.”
“Do justice, love kindness, walk humbly with your God.”
“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,” announces the Reverend. “These words, now deceased, return to their Author.”
“Let us pray,” he whispers, saying, “O Lord, forgive us this day our daily dead. For we have crucified your Words as we crucified you. Amen.”
Quietly, slowly I turn, walk subdued to my car, and wander home. Silently.
J. Randall O’Brien
Dr. J. Randall O’Brien is the recently retired President of Carson-Newman University in Jefferson City, Tennessee. Previously the executive vice president, provost, professor of religion and visiting law professor at Baylor University, the McComb, Mississippi native is a graduate of Yale Divinity School, New Orleans Baptist Theological Seminary, and Mississippi College. He has also held appointments as a Research Scholar at Yale, and Fellow at Oxford.
Other Porchscene articles by Dr. O’Brien include:
http://porchscene.com/2017/10/17/a-bronze-star-for-brenda/
http://porchscene.com/2017/09/26/dark-rains-gonna-fall/ http://porchscene.com/2017/08/22/3rd-civil-war/
Images: Deborah Fagan Carpenter
Tomatoes on the Southern Spread
Tomatoes on the Southern Spread
Temperatures are beginning to cool off a little bit here in Tennessee, and sadly, that signals the end of the unrivaled joy of homegrown tomatoes. As far as I’m concerned, nothing can beat a bacon, lettuce, and tomato sandwich for breakfast, lunch, or dinner, or a sliced tomato on bread, slathered with homemade mayonnaise and maybe a slice of Vidalia onion. Plain ole sliced tomatoes are a great side for southern dinners like butter beans, corn, okra, cornbread, and—hold on, healthy people—fried chicken.
Plum tomatoes, cherry tomatoes, grape tomatoes, beefsteak tomatoes, Roma tomatoes all have a place on the food table. I have to admit that since I discovered Cherokee Purple heirloom tomatoes ten or so years ago, I’ve become just as big a tomato snob as I am a coffee and shrimp snob. For me, no other variety can match the rich taste when they’re sliced or used in salads, tarts, or pasta sauces. They’re pricey, so, for say, a vegetable soup or gumbo that requires simmering for a while, I use something less expensive that provides the tomato flavor but doesn’t need to be something that has the same depth of flavor. Cherokee Purples aren’t perfectly round, usually green toward the stem, a deep crimson everywhere else, and flesh that looks a little like raw meat. Some think they’re ugly, but I think they look like what a tomato ought to look like, and they taste like I think a tomato should taste.
There are a gazillion culinary uses for the versatile fruit. Yes, tomatoes are technically a fruit, not a vegetable. I’ve already mentioned some, but there are endless ways to enjoy them like bruschetta, juice, lasagna, or salsa. Since the season will soon be over, I decided to use them in a couple ways I’ve never tried. One is gazpacho, but with a bit of a twist, in that, it’s somewhat creamy, and the other is my first attempt at tomato pie. We’ve published a recipe for tomato pie in the past that you’ll also want to check out.
http://porchscene.com/2013/08/19/tomato-pie-at-the-moose-cafe-in-ashville-nc-by-lyla-ellzey/
Both of these recipes have plenty of room for experimenting with your own innovations. I’ve used heirloom tomatoes in both of these, Bradley in the Gazpacho and Cherokee Purple in the Tomato Pie.
Creamy Tomato Gazpacho
Ingredients
1 small cucumber, peeled, seeded
1 small red bell pepper, seeded
3 large ripe tomatoes
1 ½ cups buttermilk, yogurt, or sour cream (depending on the desired tartness)
2 green onions or ¼ cup white onion, chopped
Small bunch of fresh parsley, chopped
Leaves of two fresh thyme stems
1 garlic clove, grated
2 tablespoons red wine vinegar
¼ cup olive oil
1 Tablespoon kosher salt
Tabasco to taste
Directions
Roughly chop the cucumber, red bell pepper, and tomatoes.
Combine the above with the green onions, garlic, buttermilk, vinegar, kosher salt, parsley, and thyme in a food processor or blender and puree. Slowly add the oil. Season with salt, pepper, and Tabasco to taste.
Refrigerate until very cold
Serves 4
Tomato Pie
Ingredients
1 unbaked pie crust
4 red, ripe, heirloom tomatoes, sliced
fresh, chopped basil to taste
two or three green onions, sliced
1 clove garlic, minced
1 cup mayonaise
1 cup shredded ricotta or mozzarella
1 cup shredded cheddar
1/2 cup grated parmesan
Directions
Slice the tomatoes 1/4″ – 1/2″ thick
Prebake the pie crust in a 350 degree oven until it’s lightly browned
Combine the basil, garlic, green onions, mayonaise, and cheeses.
Season with salt, pepper, and Tabasco to taste.
Arrange the tomato slices evenly in the bottom of the prebaked pie crust.
Spread the cheese mixture over the tomatoes
Bake for 30 minutes or until golden
Photos: Deborah Fagan Carpenter
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This Week’s Southernism, Monday, September 21, 2020
“When it’s time to die, go ahead and die, and when it’s time to live, live. Don’t sort-of-maybe live, but live like you’re going all out, like you’re not afraid.”
—Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees
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This Week’s Southernism, Monday, September 14, 2020
For a southern belle, my grandmother was remarkably modern. She threw my grandfather out, for one thing — some kind of argument about bourbon whiskey — shortly after the birth of their third child, and then went back to school to get herself a teaching certificate.
— Preston Sturges
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This Week’s Southernism, Monday, August 31, 2020
When you get into a tight place and everything goes against you, till it seems as though you could not hang on a minute longer, never give up then, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn.
—Harriet Beecher Stowe
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This Week’s Southernism, Monday, August 24, 2020
I think people in the north and the east and the west, anywhere they come from, are just as interesting, and they’re humans. They have the same realm of emotions that we all have. But I’m just more drawn to the Southern character and the different types, and Southern literature is so lyrical and so wonderful.
—Sissy Spacek
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