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Pimento cheese is Southern caviar
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Salted sturgeon eggs ought to taste something like the mullet row I used to eat when I was a boy. But since caviar sells for about $50 an ounce, I’ll never know.
I’ll stick with Southern caviar — pimento cheese. It’s a lot cheaper than fish eggs, and I’m almost certain it tastes better.
Some online recipes claim you can make pimento cheese with sharp cheddar, Colby, Monterey jack — real — cheese or a processed cheese spread. I beg to differ. If you use process cheese, you’re not from around here.
Pimento cheese would never have earned the affectionate title “caviar of the South” with fake cheese. You have to use real cheese, real mayo, real salt and pepper and real pimentos.
A pimento is a red cherry pepper. It’s sweeter and more aromatic than a red bell pepper, and it’s great for stuffing in olives or diced up and used as the centerpiece for pimento cheese. Although some varieties of pimento are hot, the ones used to make pimento cheese are on the bottom rung of Scoville’s heat ladder.
Pimento cheese is one of those delicacies I leave to the experts. I only know what’s in it, so I can carefully read the labels of pimento cheese spreads sold in local grocery stores. I have to ensure they’re using real cheese. I also check to see where it’s made. Since pimento cheese is another one of those Southern things, I’m skeptical of commercial spreads made outside God’s country. I admit, though, I will eat Cooper brand pimento cheese, which is made in Wisconsin. Folks in Wisconsin know a little something about cheese.
The absolute best pimento cheese I’ve ever had I tried accidentally while covering this year’s chili cook-off. One of the contestants, Assistant County Administrator Bob Sprinkel, had made a side dish to go with his excellent chili. His homemade pimento cheese was light years ahead of all commercial brands. He said he uses pimentos he cans himself.
I could tell his recipe was a labor of love. If Hinesville would hold a sandwich contest, Bob’s pimento cheese would take top honors.
The only problem I found with having discovered Bob’s pimento cheese is that I now have to settle for something less than perfect.
I knew better than ask for his recipe, so I began searching for a better commercial substitute. My wife found it for me at Kroger. It’s called Palmetto Cheese, and it’s made in Pawley Island, S.C. It only makes sense to me that the best commercial pimento cheese would come from a Southern state, particularly South Carolina. This is the state that gave us she-crab soup. They know a little something about delicacies in the Palmetto State.
Palmetto Cheese comes in three varieties — original, with jalapenos and with bacon. If you have a weak heart, don’t eat the bacon variety. It may be too much for your senses, sending your taste buds into such a state of ecstasy that your heart forgets to beat. I like to spread the jalapenos variety on fried green tomatoes. This, too, may cause a sensory overload for some.
Some folks spread their pimento cheese on crackers or mix it with hard-boiled egg yolk to make deviled eggs. I like it best as a sandwich. I layer a heavy spread between two slices of whole-wheat bread. When I make sandwiches with Palmetto Cheese’s bacon variety, it’s extra-extra thick with lots of chunks of pimento and real bacon. It makes my workday lunch something to look forward to.
Sometimes, I’ll grill my pimento-cheese sandwich with a touch of butter on both sides of the bread, and then I’ll dip my sandwich in a bowl of creamy tomato soup. One of the burgers I like to order at B&D Burgers is the Wormsloe, which includes pimento cheese on fried green tomatoes. It’s not the jalapeno variety, so I’ll add a few dashes of Texas Pete. Perfection!
Unless you’re neighbors with the Sprinkels, I invite you to visit your grocer’s deli section and pick up a tub of pimento cheese. It’s cheaper and guaranteed better than fish eggs.

Email Murray at rmurray@coastalcourier.com.

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Tomatoes are terrific summertime treats
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Tomatoes are even good eaten raw, right after picking and a wash. - photo by Stock photo

Every day, twice a day I check my garden to see if I have any “maters” ripe and ready for picking. In less sophisticated parts of the country, this veggie-fruit is called a tomato, but I live in Georgia, so I call them maters.
I don’t even want to think about what Italian or Mexican cuisine would be like without maters, so I’ll just focus on how delicious they are fresh off the vine. I love a fresh sliced, homegrown mater with some fresh sliced, homegrown cukes.
That’s what folks in North Carolina call cucumbers. I lived there long enough to pick up some Tarheel lingo. Cukes are not to be confused with kooks, which can be contagious during political seasons.
Mater and cuke slices deserve a sprinkling of sea salt and cracked black pepper before eating by themselves or as a side dish with any Southern meal. They add character to everything. I especially like mine with fried chicken or pork barbecue.
Sometimes I’ll eat a mater, cuke and Vidalia onion salad with just a drizzle of ranch dressing. Salt and pepper too, of course. I first discovered this salad at K&W Cafeteria, a family restaurant chain based in Greensboro, North Carolina. They left out the Vidalias, though. I first found Vidalias included with maters and cukes on a salad bar in Georgia.
Fresh mater slices are pretty much mandatory on most sandwiches. A summer picnic with grilled hamburgers wouldn’t be the same without a large slice of beefeater mater. In fact, some of us enjoy a plain mater sandwich. Just add a little mayo, salt and pepper.
When I ate mater sandwiches as a kid, I figured we didn’t have any burgers, ham or bologna to put on our sandwiches. I quickly learned to love them and didn’t care if I had anything else to go with the mater slices.
Bacon? Well, that’s different. Bacon and maters were made for each other (with mayo, salt and pepper). You really don’t need lettuce, which has no nutritional value anyway. If you want a healthy BLT (if that’s possible), use spinach leaves in place of lettuce. If you’re really hungry, add a -pound grilled Angus beef patty with cheddar cheese (then throw away any notion of eating healthy). Rest assured a homegrown mater will blend its sweet-acidic flavors with these add-ons.
There are a variety of maters for the backyard gardener. This year I planted heirlooms and Burpee’s Big Boy hybrids as well as some cherry and grape maters. I also planted a yellow variety called Lemon Boy, which have a different but wonderful flavor. According to Prevention.com, red maters are slightly better for you than the yellow ones, mostly due to the extra Vitamin A and C. I like the yellow ones anyway.
I can’t tell the difference between cherry and grape maters, except that one tends to be a bit oblong. I prefer them to plum maters in a salad because plum maters are too big to eat whole. I’m not the only person to ever bite down on a plum mater, sending mater guts streaming across the table. I like roma maters though, which are really plum maters, only bigger. You have to slice them to eat them, which can save you an embarrassing moment.
In ancient times, folks thought maters were poisonous, maybe because the leaves of some varieties are poisonous. According to several online sources, maters originated in Central and South America and were taken into western North America and Europe by Spanish explorers. English explorers who first settled North Carolina’s coast brought with them a fear of maters that was prompted by the poison myth.
According to North Carolina’s barbecue history buff Bob Garner, drinks made with mater juice were consumed from a common drinking vessel at the time, the pewter mug. In those days, pewter mugs contained lead. The acid from the mater juice tended to leach lead from the mugs, which caused revelers to act like kooks (not cukes). This led folks to believe maters were poisonous. It was so strongly believed that eastern North Carolina barbecue sauce developed without maters, just a peppery vinegar.
I do like my maters, but I’m sort of glad they left them out of the eastern North Carolina barbecue sauce I also love. When I make summer visits to Wilbur’s BBQ in Goldsboro, I make sure I get a plate of homegrown, local maters to go with their delicious pork barbecue. The maters add character to their already-perfect barbecue.

Email Murray at rmurray@coastalcourier.com.

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