copyright Bill Widener 2000

The Last last word

Despite "the fina l crispy word" having been written I hope Editor Reeves will allow me to step forward to defend my friend Nell Clipper, who, while perfectly capable of defending herself, her opinions, the truth and any person's right to ignore any or all of those three things, chooses not to do so in this case in light of Messrs. Walker & Simpson's expressed vehemence & clear misunderstanding of her letter.

First, to Mr. Walker, Nell is neither a Yankee nor a Nazi, but a Scot. Nor did she intend her jests to be an attack on Pauly Shore or the American Confederacy; the first being beyond reproach by all right-thinking people and the second being long since defeated by God, Lincoln and all right-thinking people. To be completely serious for one sentence, defending Dixie is cute but in light of the reality of those slavery days I suggest you rethink your allegiance. I see you've abandoned the American Noah Webster for the Oxford (not Mississippi) Dictionary so perhaps you've taken the first step.

As for Mr. Simpson, in no way was Nell's letter "vicious, unwarranted or uninformed While both you and Mr. Walker seek to defend "crispy" with a O.E.D.-q.e.d. tack, let me point out that in any dictionary "crispy" is a second (i.e., not preferred) listing. In the most simple terms, crisp would be equivalent to crispy, minus the baby-talk element.

Dictionaries define the meanings of words, not the propriety of their use. Correctness is derived from our mentality and clumsy expression is generally indicative of clumsy thought.

Now, having gotten all this out of our systems perhaps we can move forward, if not into an era of political & grammatical correctness, at least into a happy new year.

I'll bring the doughnuts.

Darryl Weaver

Mr. Bracken needs dance fever

Dear Editor:

I want to congratulate Mr. Bracken on his superior talent as a film critic. As a consequence of his recent "Film Flam" review my attention was drawn to the film "Billy Elliot," a film I suspect Bracken didn't bother to see prior to penning his critique. It is unnerving to see a small town critic exhibiting so shamelessly his provincialism.

For his reference the eponymous hero of Billy Elliot is a working class English Boy struggling to survive the recent loss of his mother, an emotionally crippled family, and the economic ravages of the Thatcher government. His natural talent for dance is what finally allows him to overcome these trials.

Now from Mr. Bracken's apparently homophobic perspective, all this boils down to a "queasy wrongness" that he associates with (his words again) "little boys gadding about in tights."

I would agree with Mr. Bracken that the quality of the majority of films coming out of the States is rather poor. But this should make him all the more grateful for the beautifully crafted English film that is Billy Elliot.

Perhaps Mr. Bracken might benefit from a few ballet classes himself, though I doubt it, since as the saying goes a silk purse is not easily made from a sow's ear.

Pascal Satet

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Hoppin' John

New Year's kicked off at my house, as it always does, with hoppin' john. My concoction bears absolutely no relationship to the traditional version-but my friends and family have never been known to be sticklers for tradition if it would impair their enjoyment of a free meal.

I always think about the significance food occupies in my life - especially resonant after the holidays.

For example, no Christmas Eve in my life would be complete without Chinese food. It began as a tradition, post-college, when a group of friends and I (for varying reasons) decided we would boycott the holidays. At the time, Hunan was the one local restaurant where you could go and forget it was Christmas (they've since bowed to a few sparse decorations, but it's still largely holiday-free).

This year, a group of incredibly disparate drop-ins and drop-outs gathered for the liveliest event in years (a schoolteacher, another writer, two girls from a strip club, and so on.... if our priest pal hadn't been unavoidably detained with parishioners - it would've had the makings of a very good joke).

We feasted over hot and sour soup, spare ribs, kung pao this, four-treasure that, and so on.

Some of my favorite Christmas gifts this year were also food-related (homemade infused oils and vinegar s and herbs from one coworker; homemade tamarind sauce from another; and more high tech cooking equipment from various loved ones...) The way to my heart is, definitively, through my stomach.

For New Year's Eve, I hosted another low-key, drop-in, drop-out affair - mostly consisting of movie snack food- in keeping with the evening's theme (which was that I'd just gotten digital cable and suddenly had 500 channels to share). So we settled in for The Outer Limits marathon on Showtime, and once everyone got warm and comfortable and sleepy, I became the impromptu hostess of a slumber party, followed by the ubiquitous Hoppin' John breakfast.

As everyone obsesses about all the holiday weight we've gained, it's worthwhile to take a moment and remember what a luxury it is to live in a country (at least until the impending inauguration) where Plenty and Abundance are the rule, rather than the exception. Though it has its drawbacks.

According to this morning's news, we even have the fattest pets of any developed nation. One third of our cats and dogs are overweight, according to a Veterinary Association. The reason? Too many treats, not enough exercise. Sound familiar?

Still, there has to be a happy medium, and it would be sad to see food relegated to the ghetto of just another vice.

I know there's no greater joy for me than preparing a meal for people I love. And there's no greater insult to me - as a cook - than for someone to turn up their nose at my table and mention the word "diet" (unless maybe it would be a request for ketchup).

Run a few laps around the park while we drink our after-dinner coffee if you must, but please, Mangiate!! Mangiate!!

Since this is our annual health and fitness issue, I'm sharing my bastardized recipe for Hoppin' John below. First, because it's lucky, and we all need that. Second, if you are trying to lose weight, it's pretty healthy (if you leave off the sour cream and cheese).

Non-Traditional (but still lucky) Hoppin' John

You will need

An assortment of your favorite dried legumes, I use:

brown crowder peas (good luck finding them; I get them from my dad)

black beans

red beans

2 cups raw Texmati rice (if you're feeding a horde)


Pluto's Caribbean Bliss (you can order it from Southern Seasons)

Any kind of coconut liquor (liquer, rum, whatever)

bay leaves

large yellow onion

several cloves garlic (preferably Blue Moon)

assorted dried hot peppers

You will not need

hamhocks (because that's just disgusting)

For toppings

homemade salsa (too complex to go into here)

chopped scallions

sour cream

hot sauce

shredded jack cheese

First, you have to "look" the beans and peas the night before, as my grandmother would say. Put them on a cookie sheet and sort out all the dust, rocks, pebbles, and any other extras that don't seem to belong. Then dump the beans into a giant mixing bowl; fill to the top with water; soak overnight.

Get up at about 5 or 6 a.m. (for this phase of the recipe, I've found that it's helpful to have two large dogs who will lick your face until you get out of bed). Then put on the beans. Bring them to a hard boil (uncovered) for about five minutes. Squeeze one whole lime into the pot (then throw the lime in). Toss in a few bay leaves. Sprinkle with Caribbean Bliss. Add in about a quarter cup of coconut liquor. Then take the pot down to a low simmer (covered) for several hours.

Prepare the Texmati rice (according to the package directions). Then sweat the onion and garlic ("sweat" means until translucent; don't brown) and hot peppers with bay leaves in a large skillet with some olive oil. Toss about half the contents of this skillet into the beanpot. When the rice is cooked, throw it into the skillet with the leftovers and stir thoroughly.

Some Hoppin' John enthusiasts advocate cooking the beans and rice all together. You can do that, but it's ugly.

Better to serve the rice in one big bowl, and the beans in a nice big tureen with a ladle (remove the limes and bay leaves, and garnish with fresh lime slices). Let everyone help themselves from there, and pick the toppings they like.