This list above are foods I consumed within one week of coming home to West Virginia. The mountain views are gorgeous, the air is clean and we had a snake in our yard. But food brings you home in a way nothing else can. Something about those regional favorites that you can’t get anywhere else just cement the feeling of “home” in your belly.
Even if items were available elsewhere (and some are) they don’t taste the same. We’ve gotten many strange looks when we asked for pepperoni rolls in other places. Most times, people assume it is like a sub with pizza toppings. No. It is a hunk of pepperoni baked into a soft roll. That is it. The greasy perfection of it cannot be matched. Occasionally you will see if offered here with cheddar cheese baked in. Never mozzarella. It stems from when the poor Italian coal miners back in the day needed lunches and the pantry was low. They’d wrap a slab of pepperoni in bread dough, bake it and head to the mines. Being poor can sometimes create something wonderful.
Sweet ice tea… self explanatory. When I ask for sweet tea, I do not want to be offered raspberry tea or unsweetened tea with a sugar packet. BLECH! Sweet tea, all day, every day, everywhere.
Spinach on pizza seems normal to me (chain stores often offer it here) but the only places it was offered elsewhere were ‘gourmet’ pizza shops. And they call us hicks?
Fried potatoes and ramps are pure WV heaven. It stinks, true, but the taste is worth it.
Venison loin. I’ll take it over a steak any day.
Slaw dogs. I craved these while pregnant and while living out of state. Keep your ketchup and mustard.
Blackberry jam from a fair vendor, sold in a mason jar. I bought it by the case before I left and family sent it to us when the supply ran out. My children have NEVER eaten grape jam at home. They call it ‘school jelly’ and hate it.
Applebutter made in a caldron over an open fire, the air flavored with apples and cinnamon, once again sold in mason jars. It is the taste of fall in a glass container. Mild is my preference but my husband Big G likes it spicy enough to scorch his tongue. And in my state, applebutter is one word, not two.
I could go on and on with this list. Sausage gravy and biscuits, fried green tomatoes, rhubarb pie, fried bread, potato candy…
What food says “home” to you? And where do you call “home?”
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INEZ KELLEY was born and bred in the mountains of West Virginia. She currently resides there with her lumberjack husband, their teenage drama queen, Spawnetta, and the Demolition Duo – Damien and his twin, the Omen.
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