"Got some boiled / Got some toasted / Got some stewed / Got some roasted." —Tony Wright, peanut vendor Editor's note: Occasionally what looks at first glance to be a conventional guidebook transcends the genre in surprising ways. John T. Edge's Southern Belly is just such a read, which is why I'm pleased that he has allowed us to excerpt selected items from it on Serious Eats, where they appear every other week. —Ed Levine By John T. Edge | Street vendors were once ever present on Southern streets. In Canton, Mississippi, Frank Owens walked the courthouse square, selling pecan, chess, and blackberry pies from a cut-down cardboard box. In Lufin, Texas, a tamale vendor known as Hombre worked high...
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Yesterday we discussed how buying from online bakeshops is a leap of faith, one that I don't think I'm cut out for. Well, if you're ready to make that leap you might as well make it deluxe and order a $100 Ultimate Coconut Cake from Charleston's Peninsula Grill. The cake serves 16 people and weighs 12 pounds—shipping isn't included in the price and will run you a whopping $34 to $60 extra....
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Last Wednesday's (March 15th) New York Times featured a cover story on Charleston food by R.W. Apple. Johnny, as he is known to his friends, had been missing from the old gray lady's pages for too long. He's one of the country's great reporters, food writers and, most of all, one of our greatest eaters. Welcome back, Johnny. We missed reading about your Falstaffian eating and drinking adventures. Reading your piece made me so hungry. I can't wait to eat the fried local shrimp at the Seawee Restaurant and the gumbo at Gullah Cuisine Lowcountry Restaurant....
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