- Jul 20, 2014
- 20,414
- 15,431
We would call those bream and spotted sunfish. Clearly, I’m not country enough!
Cream of Wheat is the best brand of grits around!
I am trying to figure out if this is an elaborate troll or if GiG is on the sauce this afternoon.Cream of Wheat is the best brand of grits around!
I am trying to figure out if this is an elaborate troll or if GiG is on the sauce this afternoon.
Luckily we all ate seafood when I was growing up. We’d get to go to Mexico Beach for a week just before school started up at the end of the summer when shade tobacco was finished. Best part of the trip was going home and stopping at the Gulf Sands at St. Joe where my granddaddy would order me and him fried snapper (still my favorite to this day). It was a treat because it was the only time we ate at a restaurant.My Granddaddy DID have grits with every meal and my Grandmother had salmon croquettes available almost as much.
Unfortunately, I grew up in a household which Mom & Dad didn’t like seafood at all. Somehow I acquired the taste for loving seafood. So naturally, the only time I actually got to eat any kind of seafood would be on my birthday when I got to choose my dinner as a present.
I’ll give you a hint. I haven’t had some much as a drop of alcohol this weekend...
So I have to relate this story. My dad coached Little League baseball for a long time. In 1951, he took the Florida team to the World Series in Williamsport. The team visited New York City. For breakfast one morning, one of the players ordered fried eggs and grits. The waitress brought the eggs and newspaper (some of you will remember "The Grit.") The player in question told the waitress he didn't want a paper, he wanted grits with his eggs. She replied that they only had hash brown potatoes as a side. The player proceeded to stand up and yell across the restaurant, "Coach, did you know they serve spuds for breakfast here." Wish I could have been there but I was only 11 months old at the time.If I'm eating fried eggs (over light) I'm eating grits and want a biscuit with country ham and grape jelly to go with it.
When I was 18 I hitchhiked to SF and moved in with some friends in San Rafael. First week there, we made our way to the beach at Sausalito and decided to stop at a small diner for breakfast where I ordered eggs and asked the waitress "yall have grits?". She immediately called another girl over to the table and tells me to ask her. They started laughing, "What is a grit, and did you say yall, where are you from?"
On Edisto Island above Charleston, one of the few restaurants was located in the BP station as you get onto the island. A little black woman ran the restaurant and served a casserole of baked grits that were really really good. Every restaurant in Charleston serves fish or shrimp and grits.
Stumpknockers, Shellcrackers and brim (bream is to brim as schoal is to school). Good eats but it took a mess of fish to make a meal.We would call those bream and spotted sunfish. Clearly, I’m not country enough!
Luckily we all ate seafood when I was growing up. We’d get to go to Mexico Beach for a week just before school started up at the end of the summer when shade tobacco was finished. Best part of the trip was going home and stopping at the Gulf Sands at St. Joe where my granddaddy would order me and him fried snapper (still my favorite to this day). It was a treat because it was the only time we ate at a restaurant.
We ate quite a few salmon croquettes growing up. It was about the only fish meal we ever had that wasn’t caught in a lake or slough. Grandma always made them the day after we had mashed potatoes and she’d fry up potato cakes with some onion in it out of the leftovers to go along.
Even though I had all the fish I wanted growing up, I married a woman that didn’t eat fish. It kinda cramped my culinary style for a few years and I’d have to eat it without her. Luckily both of the kids like it and over time the missus got to where she could eat catfish, grouper, and mahi, preferably grilled. Still no shellfish though. We made it work.
Same.@Gator By Marriage
Growing up if we caught a mixed lot of panfish, bluegill, shellcracker, etc. and through them in a cooler, we caught a mess of bream. We used bream as a catchall term for panfish.
Now, if you got on the bluegills or shellcrackers bedding (spawning) and you caught a bunch of only one specie, then you caught a mess of ____________.
Never heard of Bambi mama sausage, but am guessing it’s made from deer meat, specifically doe.
My granddaddy could eat grits at every meal. They were cheap during the hard times and he got used to eating them pretty regular. When we’d go fishing on some Saturdays, we’d sometimes get breakfast at this little local cafe that opened early. That’s where I learned to eat grits mixed with fried eggs, the runnier the yolk the better.
We ate a lot of fish back then, plenty of fish fries were a way for families and friends to gather. Mostly bream, shellcracker, and channel cats. The best side was cheese grits made with sharp cheddar and not too stiff. You couldn’t buy it as good in a restaurant.
I had never heard of shrimp and grits until about 10 years ago. At the time I’d rather have my shrimp fried, grilled, or in a low country boil. Never thought much about eating them in grits. Went to a place in Thomasville Ga a while back called Jonah’s. Shrimp and grits was their specialty, so I gave ‘em a try. Didn’t know what I’d been missing! The cool thing was that they served me even though I wasn’t wearing those unisex sparkling dungarees. I’d recommend Jonah’s S&G if you’re ever up that way. Any way you serve ‘em, grits is good groceries.
Yes they are. My daddy hauled tail when I was four, almost 56 years ago and I haven’t seen him since. That’s when my granddaddy stepped up to the plate. He was the best. Better than I deserved. I remember a lady at church telling me one time how sorry she was that I was growing up without a father. Hell, turns out he did me a favor!Sounds like some fond memories C2.
You serious Clark? A man of my stature has them tailored to boot cut so my Larry Mahan’s are on full display and all the over-50 vodka chicks can enjoy the full ensemble.I'm with ya on the runny yoke. So do you wear a big rolled up cuff with those sparkling dungarees?
Hey I gotcha. You said dungarees. You were talking Howdy Ma'am (George Strait ) and I was thinking Howdy Doody. :rolleyes:[/QUOTE][QUOTE="cover2, post: 1067649, member: 68
You serious Clark? A man of my stature has them tailored to boot cut so my Larry Mahan’s are on full display and all the over-50 vodka chicks can enjoy the full ensemble.
:)
I am with you on all of those. Well, I guess that I thought shellcracker, red ear, and stumpknocker were all the same fish.fried bass, speckled perch, speckled trout, redfish, flounder, catfish, bluegill, shellcrackers, stumpknockers, you name it, just tell me when and where!
Grits & bambi-mama sausage is good, too!
Taste the same.I am with you on all of those. Well, I guess that I thought shellcracker, red ear, and stumpknocker were all the same fish.