Rehoboth Art League Flotilla

A flotilla of boats and barges travel from Lewes to Henlopen Acres via the Rehoboth-Lewes Canal as part of the Rehoboth Art League’s 75th anniversary celebration.  In 1938, the Paynter studio was floated down this same canal and gifted to the Art League.  Today’s replication of the Studio was designed and build by Echelon Custom Homes and Renew Smart Renovations.

Flotilla on the Canal
Flotilla on the Canal
Replica of Paynter Studio
Replica of Paynter Studio


Kayaker on the Canal
Kayaker on the Canal
Water salute
Water salute







Pate of the South


Have you wondered why Pimento Cheese is so popular in the South?  It might be because the South doesn’t have a deep history  of commercial cheese production.  Garden & Gun Magazine just did a piece on the rise of Southern cheese making since the 1990s.  According to G&G, the reason might be geography.  Summer temperatures tend to burn off the grass and make the cows lethargic, which means less milk. Warm temperatures mean insects and parasites never get really killed off.  A processed cheese, like pimento cheese, worked better in the South.

As a fan of pimento cheese, I’m always on the look out for a good spread.  Rehoboth, frankly, doesn’t understand pimento cheese.  Luckily, I can import it from Washington and in particular from the Harris Teeter on 1st and M Streets, NE — best selection in the city. I stopped by this evening for a tub, as I had a hankering for Southern caviar.   To my delight, the selection of pimento cheese varieties had grown substantially.  I’m not surprised.  Harris Teeter started in Charlotte, NC, the city many aficionados call the capital of pimento cheese, given how pimento cheese manufacturing today seems to be mostly in the Carolinas.

It didn’t start out that way.  Some claim earlier versions of pimento cheese originated in New York, Minnesota, and North Dakota and trickled down to the South.  It became associated with the Carolinas mainly because of the textile mills.  In the anti-union South, workers had to eat quickly on breaks.  Pimento cheese sandwiches, sold by small companies and later in vending machines, became popular for lunch.  The textile mills are gone, but pimento cheese lives on.  I used to think it was a dying taste, but given what I see in Harris Teeter, I think I’m wrong.  The pate of the South lives on.

Today is Separation Day in Delaware

On June 15, 1776, Delaware proclaimed its independence from both Great Britain and the Penn Family’s Pennsylvania Colony.  This was three weeks before the Continental Congress’ July 4 declaration of independence.  Until June 15, Delaware was considered part of Pennsylvania and known as The Three Lower Counties of New Castle, Kent, and Sussex-upon-Delaware. Thus was born the Delaware State, first among the original 13 states.  Throwing off the shackles of 100 years of Penn family Quaker rule, Delawareans were now free to hunt, fish, drink, and play cards.   I shall celebrate the day by separating tenants from rental properties.  Check out time is 10:00am.

Fried Chicken: From Humble Origins to Haute Cuisine

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I’m always intrigued when one of my columns resonates with readers. That’s what happened last edition with my musings about fried chicken for breakfast. People, it seems, can’t get enough of the bird. They’re eating fried chicken for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, bone-in and boneless, hot and cold and in between.

This outpouring of affection for fried chicken has inspired me to continue thinking and writing about this American food classic, which actually has its roots in Europe.

Immigrants, most notably the Scottish who settled in the Southern and Mid-Atlantic colonies, brought the tradition of frying chicken to the New World. According to the Oxford Companion to American Food and Drink, women in 17th Century America were already frying chicken in oil and butter and then stewing it in a sauce made from mushrooms and pickles. They called it chicken fricassee. The first official printed fried chicken recipe appeared in the 1824 Virginia House Wife by Mary Randolph.

Fried chicken by then was already very popular in Virginia. Some historians say the humble dish played a pivotal role in the Revolutionary War. In 1781, the Virginia legislature and Governor Thomas Jefferson adjourned from Richmond to Charlottesville. Unbeknownst to them, British troops under the command of Colonel Banastre Tarleton were in pursuit. Tarleton and his men stopped at the plantation home of Dr. Joseph Walker, just east of Charlottesville, to commander food and provisions for their mission. A messenger managed to slip off the plantation and travel to Monticello, Jefferson’s home, to warn of Tarleton’s approach.

The Walker family cook insisted on killing, cleaning, and frying chickens to serve to the British. It was a slow process and Tarleton was furious over the hold-up, but not enough to forego the tasty meal. A colonel and his fried chicken… Premeditated or note, the delay gave Jefferson enough time to plan his escape from Monticello.

Fried chicken over time became a part of Southern slave culture too. Chickens were about the only live animal slaves were allowed to keep and raise. Black cooks began experimenting with their own seasonings, and in time, fried chicken became a popular dish for Sunday after church meals and other special family events.

In Gordonsville, Virginia, enterprising African-American women greeted trains with platters of homemade fried chicken balanced on their heads. Serving hungry passengers through open windows, they became known as “chicken vendors.” The chicken was so good and so popular that the town in the last quarter of the 19th Century became known as “the fried chicken capital of the world.”

It was another Southern state, however, that would capture the limelight when it came to fried chicken. Yes, I’m talking about Colonel Sanders and his Kentucky Fried Chicken.

During the 1930s and 1940s, Colonel Harland Sanders of Corbin, Kentucky, ran a little café attached to a gas station where he perfected his secret eleven-herbs-and spices recipe for fried chicken. He never made much money but people sure loved his chicken. In 1952 at the age of 65, he began franchising his special recipe and tweaked-up pressure cooker, which reduced the time it took to pressure fry chicken. When Sanders introduced the now iconic red and white bucket of fried chicken in 1957, the company took off. Fast take out chicken. Finger licking good. The rest is history.

KFC now serves more than 12 million customers each day in 109 nations and territories around the world. The company ranks second only behind McDonald’s in revenue earned by a fast food company.

But history, as we know, does not stand still. As the presidential election of 2012 showed us, the American demographic is changing. What will this mean for fried chicken?

Already we’re seeing Korean fried chicken in chic little Manhattan restaurants. Pollo Campero, a Guatemalan chain, opened its first restaurant in 2002 in Los Angeles. Now there are over fifty locations around the country serving fried chicken with a distinctly Latin flavor and sides that include tortillas, salsa, rice, beans, and yucca fries.

As a Southerner of Scottish decent, I’m naturally drawn to the new ethnic-inspired fried chicken in all its varieties. But I’m sensing something more is going on with fried chicken today. A few days ago, the New York Times wine critic Eric Asimov waxed poetically about the beautiful pairing of dry, fizzy wine and salty, peppery, fried chicken. And I heard that Prince’s Hot Chicken Shack in Nashville, Tennessee, is slated to receive a James Beard Foundation award.

I might be going out on a limb here, but it seems to me that these are all signs heralding a new “golden age of American fried chicken.” Or else my blood pressure is just high and making me dizzy from all the fried chicken I’ve been eating.