It was a culture shock moving from the little chicken farm on the Eastern Shore of Maryland to New England back in 1971. The meat man at the grocery store had no idea what hominy was, nor where to find “fatback” for my greens. But given half a chance these Yankees are pretty okay people, and after learning to understand the local accent, you can find your way around the supermarket and restaurants without having to draw pictures for the natives.
Fall River Eats is an unashamedly personal look at how I find the chow north of the Mason-Dixon Line, with concentration on my adopted city of Fall River. Fall River is a grand old gal, filled with great architecture and art, and rich in history. Her ethnic diversity over the decades has fostered the establishment of some wonderful restaurants and bakeries, and launched the cooking careers of more than one famous chef.
Each weekend over the past 10 years has found me in the city for a part-time job, and so I have a great opportunity to sample some of the city’s cuisine, which is as diverse and colorful as the people you meet there. It is my hope to post weekly on all those divine morsels to be found in both well-known and out-of-the-way places around the city of Fall River. Sometimes we may just jaunt across the Brightman Bridge to have a nosh in Swansea or Somerset, but 99% of the time- it will be all about Fall River. As my very favorite Yankee chef used to say “Bon appetit!”. God bless Julia Child-where ever she may be.
I’d like to thank you for adding my blog to your blogroll!
Unlike you, who moved to Fall River, I moved away from there, though not far (Boston).
I still have some ties to the area, but most of my nostalgia revolves around the food I had when I was growing up.
I look forward to reading more of your blog.
Feel free to contact me.
Thanks again.