Monell's wait was more than an hour, so we shifted to Plan B: Farmers Market for B&C, Swett's or Nooley's. Wendell grew up in Arkansas and attended Vanderbilt, but then married a Danish woman and moved to Pennsylvania. Consequently, the amount of cornbread, okra, barbecue and biscuits in his life has dwindled to dangerously near zero. He wanted Southern food.
The kebab joint was the only Farmers Market restaurant open for business, so we got in the car to scratch our heads. We took the back way home, passing The Sands on 10th Avenue North, which, mercifully, is open Sundays.
The ham was slow-baked and pulled from the bones in chunks, not slices. The sweet potatoes were in a sugary sauce touched with cinnamon, fried pork chops curled under a blanket of gravy. Turnip greens were rich, spicy and bitter, the lima beans buttery, and the cornbread just out of the fryer.
As he feasted on his ham, greens, cornbread and slick okra, he said, "I just never, ever get any of this in Pennsylvania." Mostly it was the greens and okra.
If I left Nashville (or really, the South), it would be cornbread I'd miss the most. What would tug at your culinary memory if you moved away from town?