My husband announced that he will cook dinner tonight since he has southern barbecue defrosting from the freezer–sent home from North Carolina. I imagine we’ll have barbecue sandwiches with maybe some fruit. Oh, no. I’m told he’ll fry hushpuppies, serve “slaw” and whip up some southern potato dish.
My favorite thing about today is the promise of hushpuppies.
While I’m trying to fully inhabit my Pennsylvania life and perfect my Philly Cheesesteak recipe, I have a husband frying hushpuppies to serve with barbecue and slaw.