Mermaids in the Basement

9 05 2008

First lines can mean everything to a great novel. You’ll remember “Call me Ishmael” from the classic Moby Dick. Or from A Tale of Two Cities, “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” (Two of my favorite stories of all time.)

So when I heard of this adorable Southern novel, I did not expect it to start out like this.

            “If I had not read the cover story in the March 2, 2000, National Enquirer, it’s doubtful that I would have gone to Alabama and ruined my daddy’s engagement party, much less sent the bride-to-be into a coma. Just for the record, I don’t go around hitting other women, even if they are all wrong for my daddy; I don’t read tabloids, and I certainly would never steal one, yet that’s exactly what happened.”

But it sure got my attention.

From the front cover (a shot of a little girls legs, swinging from a huge live oak tree and a perfect eggshell blue airy lace dress), to the pitch-perfect Southern voice that Michael Lee West writes with, I enjoyed this book thoroughly.

Ms. West takes us through the journey of a recently heartbroken girl (blast those foreign men!), Renata DeChavannes, the daughter of a wealthy Alabama family. As she travels back home, learns the real story of her recently-deceased mother and therefore her past, gains 20 pounds, and slowly her happiness and contentment back, I came to love Renata and Company in all their zany Southerness.

Of course, food is a featured part of the story. During her visit, Renata’s grandmother, aunt, and a various asundry of other relatives and neighbors are constantly cooking for her. See how many meals you can spot.

 

For the rest of the story though, you’ll have to pick up Mermaids in the Basement yourself, but I’ll share a classic crab cake recipe with you (one of Renata’s favorites). Enjoy a good read and good food this weekend!

 

Crab Cakes

Ingredients:

1 pound fresh crab meat (shells removed)

1 egg

2 tablespoons mayonnaise

½ teaspoon mustard (ground or Dijon are also choices)

1 dash of Worcestershire sauce

4 ounces Ritz Crackers, crushed (or breadcrumbs)

2 cups oil (or as needed) for frying

Optional Ingredients:

{feel free to throw in as many or as few extras as you’d like… any chopped veggies are yummy—for consistancy’s sake, I wouldn’t put more than ½ cup of any extra ingredients}

 

 

Salt

Pepper

butter

Celery

Onion

Garlic

Red bell pepper

Pimiento

 

1.      Mix crabmeat, egg, mayo, mustard, Worcestershire, salt, pepper, and any other ingredients you’ve chosen.

2.     Heat vegetable oil to cover a large skillet on high heat.

3.     Roll spoonfuls of crab mixture in the crackers and place ball in hot oil. Flatten slightly with a spatula so the cake is approximately ½ inch thick.

4.     Fry the crab cakes, ensuring both sides get browned.

 

These are especially yummy with some tartar sauce or remoulade.

 

 





Tournament Players Club

9 05 2008

Don’t you just love live sporting events?  The raw, intense physical ability of athletes at the peak of their careers.  The sweat, the emotions, the energy of fans. 

 

Who am I kidding? I am pretty much here for the party. Thank you, Gretchen Wilson.  Live sports are great for people watching (one of my favorite activities) and socializing.  I know enough about sports to be dangerous but when it comes down to the brass tax of things, I would rather sit and chat.  Certainly there are those who would agree but I do realize the picture I am painting…everything is always, “the good ship lollipop” and blond curls.  Oh that Shirley Temple. 

 

Among the various sports, where is socializing and people watching the best?  No where else but golfing events.  The TPC (Tournament Players Club) is currently in Ponte Vedra Beach, Florida at Sawgrass and the people watching is nothing short of spectacular.  Entire smorgasbords of southern people attend and prime viewing is at the 17th or 18th hole.  You have the mullet man in denim standing next to the pristine princess in her high heels (somehow she is planning to walk all day, or perhaps she just emerged from her chalet to ruff it with the penny goers), and miraculously she isn’t sweating at all.  Somebody must have enlisted her help to aerate the greens. 

 

Other interesting characters include foreigners (northerners) in socks and sandals, the single man with binoculars and he isn’t watching the golfers, a reunion of every southern fraternity, the gaggle of tweens, and the “meeting,” which pulled every man from the surrounding 200 miles, out of the office.

 

If you were ever in a need of a polo shirt one to two weeks before the tournament, the pickins are slim.  Wonder why? Just attend one round and you will be confronted by a sea of pastel and khaki.  Stores ship in extra shirts for the weeks prior, and still you see people leaving the tournament with new ones.  It is a wonder.

 

Despite the joking, I do enjoy sitting a bit, watching the crowd, the golfers and realizing the world can sometimes be so entertaining.