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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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Doughnuts are poor man's dessert
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Doughnuts or donuts no matter how theyre spelled, or where theyre from, they deliver the goods. - photo by Stock photo

It doesn’t matter if you spell it donut or doughnut — these little ring-shaped dough cakes are deep-fried and smothered in sweetness. Donuts are a poor man’s dessert.
The well-to-do can have their crème brûlées, tiramisus or streusels. I’m OK with a few glazed donuts.
My spelling preference is donut, which is how Dunkin’ Donuts spells it. But my doughnut preference is Krispy Kreme Doughnuts. Since Associated Press style instructs me to spell it doughnut, though, I’d best go that route.
I know there are plenty of people who’ll disagree with me on the Dunkin’ vs. Krispy Kreme argument, and I can respect that. I want them to know I’m able to forgive them for being wrong.
My preference is based on the cake-to-sugar ratio. The coating on my doughnut has to be proportional to the weight of the fried dough it covers. Dunkin’ Donuts’ dough tends to be heavier than Krispy Kreme’s. On the other hand, Krispy Kreme’s sugar coating is considerably more generous.
Besides all that, Krispy Kreme started out and remains based in Winston-Salem, North Carolina. I like local. Dunkin’ Donuts are not from around here. In fact, I recall an Arnold Schwarzenegger movie that showed a Dunkin’ Donuts on Mars — maybe that’s where they’re from.
My favorite kind of doughnut is glazed, which essentially is a melted-sugar coating applied immediately after the donut comes out of the fryer. I like that. In the recent past, when I was driving down Abercorn Street in Savannah and Krispy Kreme’s “Hot Now” light was on, my pickup would change lanes on its own and head that way. I’d grab a dozen of these sweet temptations while they still were hot and eat at least four before I got out of the parking lot.
My wife would strongly suggest (the way wives often suggest things) that I shouldn’t eat so many doughnuts at once. Now she’s the one eating these melt-in-your-mouth delicacies one  after the other. Over time, I’ve trained myself to stop at three.
It’s not easy, especially during October and November when Krispy Kreme has its pumpkin-spice doughnut. My wife says I’m supposed to subtract the two pumpkin-spice doughnuts from my self-imposed quota of three glazed doughnuts. Not so! A fellah can restrain himself just so much.
I can get away with gorging myself on doughnuts because I so rarely get them. In fact, nowadays, when I’m heading into or leaving downtown Savannah’s bumper-to-bumper traffic, I make sure I’m in the far lane, where the traffic prevents me from changing lanes. However, if someone brings a box of doughnuts by the office, I don’t say or do anything to offend their sweet generosity. If it’s a box of Dunkin’ Donuts, I get just one. If it’s Krispy Kreme, well, I don’t know what happened to all the glazed ones.
Did you ever wonder why doughnuts have holes? According to Yahoo Answers, it has to do with the density of the dough and the method for cooking them. Doughnuts dough is too dense to cook all the way through without that hole in the center. It also says that a long time ago, the holes allowed bakers to string their doughnuts together and hang them in a display window.
Yahoo Answers says nothing about what happened to the doughnut holes in ancient time. I think they were donated to the local newspaper office. If not, they should have been.
When I was living on campus while attending N.C. State University, I often walked from my dorm to restaurants on Hillsborough Street in Raleigh. If I wasn’t hitting a pizza joint across from the English department, I’d stroll over to a hot-dog stand and grab a couple Carolina dogs covered in mustard, chili, onions and slaw. No drink. That was about $1 back then. I’d wolf these down as I walked further up the street to a doughnut shop, where I’d get two glazed doughnuts and a Pepsi. Another $1.
Sure, I could have gotten a burger, fries and small drink for about $2, but what would I have had for dessert?

Email Murray at rmurray@coastalcourier.com.

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