Wicked Good Food in New England
Here in New England we have many different dialects and accents. I know, I know, Chowda and pahking the car-ah and all. But really there is much to behold than just that. There are wonderful subtle inflections your ear will relish with sheer giddy and delight. Such as a true Vermont accent. A real VT native proudly pronounces their highland home ground as “Vermoundt” It takes a special human to enjoy the simpler things in life such as “sitting in your puckin dooryard, nockin back a whole rack of Natty Light beer. If more than one person is enjoying an activity as such, it would be appropriate to call out to them and say” Oh buy goawd you’re a real par of Mr. Dooley’s aint cha?” Now when you hear a phrase like that, Mr. Dooley, you will know you are deep in New England and it’s time to rejoice.
A little to the south in the foot hills of the Berkshire’s of Massachusetts where I grew up , it was a common sight to see one of your friends dad’s driving a work van with a cigarette in one hand and a bottom shelf beef in the other. “Randy get home now before I kick your ass so hard your pants split”. It was then that I began to fear the “woodshed” as Randy’s dad would often say to us, “Think your so damn funny? I’ll take ya out back and show ya what that woodshed ‘s good fer!” Thank god I never found out.
As far as the shore goes there are two kinds of people. Those who eat Scallops and those who eat Scoulops. Personally I don’t prefer either as they are the same thing. However, one thing I can share is that no matter how eccentric or rather extremely native all these people are. If nothing more they were all connected to their environment in their own way.
Summer has always been a time of celebration here. A place that humans can learn the lessons of patience,and reaping what you sow. The pure innocent joy of ingesting fresh produce. Nostalgia seems to always be in keen style during the high sun season. The colors are everywhere. Whether its flags flowing brightly, standing at attention down every main street or the start of peppers, tomatoes and squash appearing in little wooded stands at the end of dirt driveways. It’s a feeling we all have around here. No matter what your accent is, or where your people came up through the generations. We all cherish our ground and are lifted up by its bounties. I trust that even today these colors do not fade. My mind is bright with the taste of farm fresh strawberries. (I ate a pint in the past 24 hours) So please join me in appreciation of our land and know that we all eat the same food and walk the same ground. Thanks for stopping by and Have Fun!
The Daddy Adjustment
Posted on June 8, 2012, in New Dad Survival Guide, Our story and tagged accents, chowda, Cooking for the stay at home dad, food, humor, local farms, local food, New England, new father, new parents. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.