Life's Little Moments - The Big Game! - Southern Fried Blog at - 312604

Southern Fried

Life's Little Moments - the Big Game! 
Oct. 10, 2013 2:17 pm 
Updated: Oct. 11, 2013 10:02 am

“Football’s religion in the South and Saturday is the high holy day.”  My mother said this jokingly on numerous Saturdays growing up and while she said it flippantly, many Southern football fans are pretty stringent on their following of this particular observance. 
I grew up in a family full of Tennessee Volunteer fans.  Each Saturday, we’d rush to get our “outside” work done so we could work inside while the game played on our tiny kitchen television.  Most weeks found my mother peeling and cutting apples into a bowl for an awaiting apple pie.  We would pull these pies out, still steaming, and parcel them into waiting bowls and top them with melted, gooey cheddar cheese.  Most weeks also found me at the side of the bowl grabbing apple slices when my mom turned her back to check the score of the game (this activity was easier and much less dangerous when Tennessee was in the lead.)  Regardless, my family has several stories revolving around our football obsession that will no doubt make an appearance at our annual Thanksgiving feast, around the Christmas tree, or any table around which we all are gathered…and here are just a couple.
I grew up on a farm and one of my childhood “activities” was raising cattle each year.  I’d get three calves to bottle-feed and raise them until they were ready to sell.  My inaugural heifer, Beauty, was a great cow but also extremely ninja-like when it came to getting out of the fence (usually at the most inappropriate times or in middle of massive thunderstorms.)  One day, while happily watching the Alabama Crimson Tide play at Neyland Stadium I thought my eyes were betraying me because I saw a large, four-footed creature pass right in front of the window.  Jumping up and running into the front yard only confirmed my fears that Beauty had, once again, gotten out of the fence.  And, in usual fashion, it was at the most inopportune time as Tennessee finally gained control of the football and a possible, game-tying score was laying in wait.  I, of course, screamed at the top of my lungs, “Y’all!  The cows are out again!” and ran to don my cow-chasing garments (overshoes and a large stick.)  My mother was none-too-happy with Beauty’s shenanigans that day and her chagrin only worsened when we found out that we had missed a Tennessee victory while we were running through brambles and mud chasing a cow that had no intentions of going back into her rightful field easily. 
Long story short?  We had some very tasty pot roasts that winter.   
Our other “gotta tell it every year because it makes us laugh and my mother blush” story begins with yet another Tennessee game.  The dish in question was blueberry muffins and the game in question featured the Georgia Bulldogs.  A gorgeous fall day had fallen upon Tennessee – we had the windows open, the cats were lazily strolling around our ankles, and the aroma of muffins filled our kitchen as John Ward, famed Vols announcer, lead us through Tennessee’s drive downfield.  As a timer dinged to let us know that the aroma-emitting muffins were finally ready, my mother turned to take the glorious goodies out of the oven.  Unfortunately, it was at this exact moment that a Tennessee running back broke out in a mad rush towards the Georgia end zone.  As John Ward proudly proclaimed, “Give ‘em six!” my mother starting jumping up and down out of sheer elation at an absolute glorious display of Volunteer athleticism.  The problem?  She still held the muffin pan in her hands, which lead to a glorious display of muffins flying through the air and on to the floor (much to my mother’s disappointment and our cats’ enjoyment.)  We still like to yell “Give ‘em six!” as my mother pulls something out of the oven and my mother still likes to flash a sheepish grin as we do. 
I only say this to convey why football and food will forever be intrinsically linked in my mind.  While I make sure we don’t serve any muffins while we’re playing the part of the 12th player, I always make sure we have plenty of tasty munchies to snack on while we win (or lose) and yes, hamburgers ARE often a part of those celebrations.  Go Vols! 

Oct. 10, 2013 5:00 pm
is your mom still upright after georgia, this past weekend, endured a weekend in knoxville, with their 3rd stringers? maybe ya got a shot at vanderbilt. sweet blog, yeah..down south college ball rules...especially SEC! rock on sweetie, helluva game last saturday. neither team deserved to lose that one.
Oct. 11, 2013 5:02 am
Food & Football were made for each other and SEC Football is pretty darn good too. Tough season for your Vols but the future does look brighter.
Oct. 11, 2013 10:02 am
Last Saturday was heart-wrenching, but it DID give me some hope for the future! I figure every team's gotta take our licks (I just prefer mine to be of the "frosting on a spoon" variety!)
Click to Change your Profile Picture
Nashville Nosher

Home Town
Springfield, Tennessee, USA
Living In
Nashville, Tennessee, USA

Member Since
Sep. 2007

Cooking Level

Cooking Interests
Baking, Stir Frying, Slow Cooking, Mexican, Italian, Southern

Photography, Reading Books, Wine Tasting

Go Pro!

In Season

Dinner in the Fast Lane
Dinner in the Fast Lane

Get quick & easy recipes for your busiest days.

Best Party Recipes
Best Party Recipes

Essential eats, sips, and tips for your next gathering.

Special Holiday Offer!
Special Holiday Offer!

Delicious recipes, party ideas, and cooking tips! Get a year of Allrecipes magazine for $5!

About Me
I grew up on a farm in Tennessee learning how to cook what we grew in the garden. I'm definitely a Southern girl at heart and love Southern cooking. I like to say there isn't a recipe I won't try...unless it involves beets. Ha!
My favorite things to cook
Southern food! You can't go wrong with it when you cook for guests - who doesn't like macaroni and cheese? Plus, i know most of the recipes by heart, so I don't have to drag out a cookbook. It also proves the theory that enough cheese can make anything taste good.
My favorite family cooking traditions
My sister and I get together each Thanksgiving and go absolutely crazy. It wouldn't be Thanksgiving without someone making pink gravy, or potatoes turning black, or completely forgetting the squash in the I suppose I would say "Thanksgiving Mishaps" would be our tradition.
My cooking triumphs
I got my husband to enjoy salmon. Granted, we had just started dating when I made it for him and he HAD to enjoy my salmon, but I'm calling it a "W" anyway.
My cooking tragedies
Well, there were the peanut butter noodles that I made with Worschestershire sauce (note to self: just because soy sauce and Worschestershire sauce come in similarly-shaped bottles does NOT mean they are similarly-flavored.) There is also the blackened catfish that turned out more "blackened" than "catfish." My husband still teases me about that (it even made an appearance in our wedding vows!)
Argentina  |  Australia & New Zealand  |  Brazil  |  Canada  |  China  |  France  |  Germany  |  India  |  Italy  |  Japan  |  Korea  |  Mexico

Netherlands  |  Poland  |  Quebec  |  Russia  |  SE Asia  |  United Kingdom & Ireland  |  United States