“If they don’t stack it ain’t a Searcie Lord have mercy!” “ This phrase has been repeated with regularity.”
My maternal Grandparents (the Searcies)
are the inspiration behind the exclamation attributed to a bite of these Salmon Croquettes. (Photo inset) Croquettes stacked in regimental fashion prior to immersion in Garlic, Ginger and Tumeric infused Grits or as a complement to other dishes. In my role as a genealogist I use food as a medium to bridge history via the narrative – in this instance, recreating my Paw-Paw’s Croquette recipe from taste memory.
These Croquettes make em’ dance… they are a feeling I’m told, causing hunger to fold as these stacks don’t hang out long enough to get cold.
Wait… did I just make a poem?
These pairings as daring segues to stories.
Food like life… is poetry, we must learn to savor the journey, every bite of it.
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Shun P. Writes
Author, Genealogist, Writer, Poet, Podcast Host, possessor of 2 cents, Blogger and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that:
"People need to get off of their rump and do something".
All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will often get in the way.
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