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Slugburgers - a Rare Mississippi Treat to Get when You Travel in the South

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If you have not been to Northern Mississippi or Western Tennessee, the term Slugburger probably does not bring up the most appealing of images. Whether you agree with the fact that an actual Slugburger is not as revolting as it sounds, the fact is at least it is not actually made out of slugs.

A Slugburger is considered a local delicacy of just a few cities in the northern Mississippi and western Tennessee regions, but especially concentrated in the city of Corinth, MS, which is thought to be the birthplace of this oddly named edible creation.

A Slugburger is actually made up of a mixture of beef and an extender, such as breading, cornmeal, cheaper meat, flour, or, nowadays, even soybean meal. The mixture is then shaped into patties and deep-fat fried. Do not be surprised if they ask you regular or well done when ordering one up. A Slugburger can be cooked soft or it can be fried until crispy on the outside. After that, it is eaten just like a regular hamburger, on a bun with mustard, pickle, and onion, or fix it up how you like it. But do not be fooled into thinking this will look like a full size burger, in fact it is closer in size to the mini burgers you can get at White Castle or Krystal.

Though there is some debate as to the origin of the name, people of the region agree that Slugburgers came about as a result of the Great Depression. Ground beef was a rationed food item, and instead of using it up and having to make due without it once it was gone, people used some common Great Depression-era resourcefulness and learned to make it last.

As for the name, no one seems to know for absolute sure from where the term came. In the beginning of the Slugburger, they were sold for a nickel, and a slang expression for the nickel at that time was a slug. This is the most widely accepted explanation.

Though they no longer go for five cents a pop, Slugburgers can still be found in Corinth, Mississippi for less than an all-beef burger, usually a dollar or less.

The Slugburger is such a popular historical highlight of Corinth history that they hold a festival every July to commemorate the fascinating food item. Even if the thought of a deep-fried, beef and breading concoction is your idea of gastrointestinal, or diet-busting, excess, try to appreciate these regional delights as a legacy of a bygone generation. We have an incredible amount of everything we want in this country, but even if it were gone tomorrow, this kind of history reminds us that Americans no how to make do. And if you are just traveling through the South, make sure you make a stop in Mississippi so you can try a Slugburger for yourself.


Article from: http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/224534/slugburgers_a_rare_mississippi_treat.html

Today is my 26th Birthday!

Yes, so today I am officially a year older than James for 8 whole months until he turns 26. He never lets me live it down. It was over a month after we started dating that I discovered he was younger than me. I had asked a friend about him and she got him and his older brother John confused and so for a whole month I thought he was three years older than me. I never thought I would end up with a younger guy!

Yesterday I had a doctor appointment. I am on rotation during the middle part of the pregnancy so that I get to meet all of the doctors. I like this system much better than the one I had with Jake in Tupelo, because I get to meet everybody that way I actually no the person who delivers the baby. I had never met the doctor that delivered Jake until I was over halfway done with labor and it was not a nice encounter. I talked to him later the next day and he was okay then, it is just kind of hard to carry on a serious conversation when people are yelling at you and you are in pain! Not the ideal time to meet new people either! The doctor I met yesterday was a nice guy but I wouldn't want him for my doctor (Dr. Otey). He didn't seem very pro-VBAC (vaginal birth after c-section) and doctor Lacy (my doctor) and doctor Chaney (the head doctor) seemed much more supportive. Dr Chaney actually told me he thinks it would be the best thing for me and the baby. I agree, so it in unerves me when other people try and push me to opt for an automatic repeat c-section. I have had one and, although I am not 100% sure, I doubt Dr. Otey has ever had one(being of the male persuasion) so I think I know what I don't want and what I do want! I was also in labor for 18 hours with Jake, 16 of which were not medicated (for pain) and about 6 of those were on pitocin (intensifies contractions). I am not scared of labor, I am terrified of another c-section. Anyway, everything else was great--babies heartbeat, uterine measurements, baby's movement. Mari actually kicked the doctor while he was trying to measure her (they press down on your stomach with a tape measure) and then she tried to hide when he was trying to get her heartrate. Next doctor up is Dr. Wood and I meet him in August. Also in August another doctor is joining the practice and she is also a woman (like my doctor, Dr. Lacy). This means I have a 1 in 3 chance of having a woman doctor on call when I go into labor. Of course just because she is woman doesn't mean I will like her. I can think of a lot of women I don't like:> and Dr. Chaney is a man and he seems really good! James is a man and I love him. Jake will be a man one day and it scares me to death!

As you can see we have been busy. This past month (June) we went to Natchez, Water Vally twice, Sardis and Fulton a few times. We had vacation bible school at church and we finished the Saltillo Business Directory magazine at work. I am constantly tired. They checked my iron and it is 37 , which is great for a pregnant woman, so the doctor thinks it has more to do with the physical complications of having a VERY ACTIVE 19 month old that doesn't like to sleep and getting pregnant 3 times in less than 8 months. Plus the emotional toil of the past year. I am just so lucky to have such a supportive family. I am so thankful that Jake is healthy and that we had no problems conceiving/having him. What we have been through the past year makes me value him even more. I think he will be a great big brother. He is already talking to Mari (he calls her Baboo). He puts his little face against my belly and sings to her! He also likes to rub my belly and poke her so that she makes my belly button pop in and out. He isn't too sure what to think of her kicking him though! Mari and Jake are our new entertainment. For over two years now we have been marveling at Jake, and now that you can see her move through my skin we sit around and watch her squirm and how she responds to different things. I know it sounds like we must be bored out of minds, but we don't have time to be bored. Maybe it is the sleep deprivation... Jake is working on his two year molars.

I am very happy about turning 26 and can't wait to see what this next year will bring. Maybe when I am 70 I can gets some sleep?

Daisy

This is the dog we adopted for Jake from the Tupelo Lee Humane Society. We picked her out on Saturday and had her completely checked out by the vet yesterday. She is a happy little dog and not annoying at all. She is very gentle with Jake although he has not figured out how to really play with her yet.

Cookout at Sardis.

Jake and his Grand daddy Carr who is a park ranger at Sardis. Last Saturday we went out there and Ann cooked hamburgers and hotdogs and we had a nice afternoon eating and talking. It rained all morning, but that afternoon the weather was perfect.

Jake liked throwing the rocks, playing with his trucks and pointing out all the boats, birds and bugs!

Below is Jake with his paternal grandparents Larry and Ann.

Trip to Natchez and stop at the Natural History Museum in Jackson.

Jake and a sting ray. We went in time to see them feed the fish. I am sure most of you have already watched the video of Jake and the fish on my mom's blog!

Jake, being all boy, liked the snakes. My mom was a good sport about it and held them up to see them.

James and Jake looking at the turtles and fish.

James and Jake. Jake was clapping his hands about something.

Jake and my dad looking at fish.

Jake exploring the play area outside in the park.

Jake and James discover the ducks.

Jake and James play with the fish in the children's room at the museum.

Jake visiting Agnes, his great great (step) grandmother. Her daughter Kathy (my dad's mother's half sister) was there to take her to Jackson to visit her family. Also pictured James and my mom.

Jake, me and my mother.

Jake and my day playing with the bells at the playground.

Fish!

Jake meets Lucas!

Here are some pictures from Catherine's visit. This is her husband Shane and her son Lucas. They live in Kansas were Shane is in the military. They come down once a year, but this was my first time seeing her in almost 4 years! We met at the mall and then later in the week they came over for supper. Lucas was born this past November (2006). Jake was born November (2005) and Mari is due November (2007). Another friend from high school Carrie (Cromeans) Koon, who just so happens to live down the street from us, had her little girl Ivy Kate in November 2006 as well. Maybe we should form some sort of club!

Publish Post

Father's Day

Piano Lessons with Aunt Cheri

James' little helper monkey!

In this picture Jake is looking for the cat to
beat him with one of James' golf clubs. I only wish I were kidding.

Anytime James gets his tools out, Jake reports for duty. When I tell him to give me a tool (because he isn't supposed to play with them) he will shake his head no at me and then run hand it to James. Apparently, Jake doesn't think I am allowed to play with them either!

Where I work.

Article about Guntown (where we just moved in March).

Guntown continues to grow as a bedroom community
6/2/2007 1:49:53 PM
Carlie Kollath

BY CARLIE KOLLATH


Daily Journal


GUNTOWN - After 30 years of living in San Francisco, Ann Myers changed her address to Guntown, a bedroom community 15 minutes from Tupelo.


She sells real estate for Coldwell Banker and said she couldn't be happier living in the small town that is rapidly growing as people discover what it has to offer. In the past year, the town has added about 800 people.


Myers attributes the rapid growth to its convenience and to its affordability. She said from the real estate perspective, buyers can find pretty much any type of house they want for a reasonable price.


"People obviously are choosing to move here and go to sleep here," she said. "Once people leave work, they are coming to Guntown for the peace and quiet."


She also noted how active the officials in her town are.


"When you go into a board meeting, the mayor will ask if he can help anyone of the public," she said. "I think that people have heard that we do have some open-door policies. Everybody knows who is in charge of the water department. Everyone sees our mayor out working whether it is pushing a tractor or recruiting new retail."


She also cited Guntown's ambiance as a reason that has kept her as a resident for four years. From the parades to the tennis courts to the history of the town, Myers said she finds outsiders are always surprised about what Guntown has to offer.


"The name alone is a conversation piece," Myers said.


Guntown is named for James Gunn, a 19th century Loyalist who found refuge in the South from his native Virginia. History has it that he married a Chickasaw woman and celebrated the birthday of George III until his death.



Appeared originally in the Northeast Mississippi Daily Journal, 6/13/2007, section H , page 12

Meet Baby Mari!

Marion Ruth kicking her mom really hard!

At 16 weeks she is just a little bit ahead of schedule as far as size, but no where near as far ahead as Jake was (at 19 weeks he was almost two full weeks ahead) so it looks like she will be a reasonably sized baby. Everything is funtioning very well and she is just perfect. We are all thrilled that she seems happy and healthy. Although I still am technically high risk, I now have about the same odds and someone who is having a normal pregnancy (without APA). She is very active, just like her big brother, and she was practicing swallowing or screaming or something that involved opening and closing her mouth A LOT!

Happy, Sad and Scared all at once.

Well it is almost 5 a.m. and I haven't slept yet. I finally got tired of laying in bed and came downstairs to try and do something more constructive, so I have been updating my blog. Today is the 4th Anniversary of my sister Carrie's death. It is also my big doctors' appointment. IThe condition that the doctor thinks caused me to loose the last two babies only seems to affect my body's ability to let the pregnancy establish itself. I was on aspirin therapy when I conceived this baby and a few weeks into the pregnancy to try and block my body's inflammotory immune system response and allow the pregnancy to implant firmly. I don't seem to have problems with my antibody numbers getting so high that clots are forming, so so far so good. I entered my fourth month of pregnancy Saturday. I really think everything is okay this time and everytime I start to worry the baby gives me a good resounding kick. The first two ultrasounds showed considerable growth (more than an average pregnancy in the 8 days between scans) and so my doctor isn't too worried because if the placenta had not attached correctly it would be more than likely causing interuterine growth retardation (small baby for dates). Today is basically to check the function of the placenta (count the veins/artery and see how they are functioning) and to check the baby's development. It is just an added bonus that I might get to find out the baby's gender if he/she cooperates. I honestly couldn't care either way if it is a boy or a girl. I just want to see a healthy baby tomorrow. I have my suspicions about what it is, but that is just based on my pregnancy so far compared to that of Jake and the last baby (who we are pretty sure was a girl). The baby is what it is and later today hopefully I will know what is going on and what isn't going on. I try to schedule my doctors' appointments on Tuesday or Wednesday afternoon, so that it fits around our work schedules and James (and Jake) can come along. When the receptionist was making the apointment she asked if I could come on the 4th of June. I asked what day that was on and she said it was a Monday (the roughest day for us to schedule anything) so I told her no, that I would really prefer a Tuesday or Wednesday afternoon. She said the first thing she had available was the next Wednesday. I said okay and so she filled out the card, handed me the paperwork and said see you on the 13th. I froze on my way out the door. I definitely did not want to deal with the emotional toil of having this appointment on that day, but I felt silly canceling after all the trouble I had been already. So I just told myself I would handle it. Easier said than done. Later this morning I am going to drop Jake off at the nursery and have coffee with some women from church (well I probably won't actually be drinking coffee, but they will) so at least I won't be sitting around waiting to go to the appointment. Then when I am done there, Jake and I go straight to pick James up at work and drive to our appointment (45 minutes away). The appointment is at 1:30 and they normally do the ultrasound first. I will probably be there a long time as they have waited until now to do any of the real pregnancy related stuff--full exam, blood work, etc. Until now all they have been doing is checking the baby via ultrasound and doppler (heartrate), weighing me, and in the beginning checking my blood every three days to see how things were progressing and how my body was responding. In my heart I know things are fine with this baby, it is just so hard not to worry. When important things happen in my life that I should be 100% happy about, they are more bittersweet now than happy. I really miss my sister and miss sharing these things with her. I can't believe it has been 4 years already. She would now be 24. That is how old I was when Jake was born. I can't help but wonder what she would be doing now...

Ballard Park on Sunday

You can't see it too well in this smaller version of the picture, but Jake was pointing at the ducks (and yelling duck, duck at me) to make sure I saw them too! We had a picnic after church and James and Jake had just finished feeding the ducks (and a few fish who came to the surface for some bread as well).

James took this picture of me right before I got Jake out of the stroller. It is not as good of me as the others, but it is a better picture of the baby bump (Jake was sort of sitting on the baby in the other pictures).