Why on Earth do I feel the need to create recipes for things that I do not know how to make? I'm not an Iron Chef, however give me an eel, and I'll think I can prepare it. Tonight, I decided to make barbeque pork chops. It is a favorite, but it doesn't turn out quite the same when you do not have barbeque sauce. Do I scrap the idea and do something different with the pork chops? Heavens no. Let's try to make our own barbeque sauce. Do I google a barbeque sauce recipe? Heavens no. I can probably figure something out, right? Heavens no... Anyway, I mixed together some ketchup with this vinegar-based marinade that I found in the back of the fridge. I do not know how old the marinade is. Since it is from Buffalo, I suspect it to be older than the Proper Southern baby girl. Throw in a little brown sugar and it should be fine. Wait no, don't stop there. Let's put in some maple syrup that is also older than the baby girl. Cross your fingers everyone. My husband is scared.
I have been a bit slack on my Southern tasks, so I feel like I need to renew my commitment. I absolutely have to make and eat grits this year. I have been putting it off, because the texture of grits concern me. It looks a bit like glue with sawdust, so I am hoping it does not taste as such. I also want to plant a tomato plant. It may be cherry tomatoes, because my little one seems to love them. I don't know where she got that. I really want to make a good fried pie. This may be hopeless cause, but I will try. If you have any ideas for me to pursue this year, let me know. My focus has slipped, and I am trying to refocus. I'm still feeding the baby hummus and can hear both my grandmothers say from up above "feed that baby some beans and taters." She is getting her fair share of beans and taters, but I need to find some more Southern foods and experiences for her.