Oh, man! Grew up in the MS Delta a long, long time ago, and now I'm out Seattle way...and now my mouth is watering! This brings back memories of digging up sassafras tree roots and making tea, of the occasional catfish fry, of cornbread that ISN'T sweetened, and of Mama Rose's juke joint in Shaw, where the BBQ had me sweatin' and cryin' and smilin'.
With *very* few exceptions, you can't get good Southern cooking up here for love or money, so I've learned to cook it myself. Thank you for the recipe!