Young girls can cook


Admiration is the only way to describe the way I feel about good food and those shouldering the responsibility of putting it on the table.

In earlier times, I am confident I could have stood my ground with the best of them and did just that on many occasions.

The specialty I focused on was good ol’ down home, down the street, Southern country cooking.

I got a little fancy every once in a while.

Today, it is cheaper for me to eat out.

I have cultivated a great relationship and agreement with one of the best country cooking gals I have ever had the pleasure of knowing.

Folks today get disgusted with every little thing that comes along.

One of those registered concerns of disgust I hear is that girls of today have no inkling about what a kitchen is and what to do once in it.

I disagree.

Sure, some don’t, but they are also the same ones that have no idea about house cleaning or how to balance a checkbook.

There are others that know exactly what they are doing in the kitchen and I have met recent proof.

I have never made egg rolls, but sure do love them.

Quite a while ago I had the chance to eat some that were made from scratch by a young lady who was attending nursing school part-time and raising a child.

Today, when she gets a chance to make them she sets aside a dozen for me.

Her egg rolls in my opinion, put the oriental ones to shame.

Another item I always prided myself in was making cornbread fried in a cast iron skillet.

My specialty was jalapeno cornbread. Mine was fairly thin and crispy around the edges. Better’n a tater chip and no way you could eat just one piece.

Ran across a young lady recently who made some pretty close to being comparable to mine. Hers was a little thicker.

I watched her get her mixture and frying pan ready.

Immediately, I told myself, this young lady knows what she is doing and she has been there before.

I sat watching with more anticipation than a one-eyed cat peeping in a seafood store.

She only works part time at the place, but I can hardly wait for her to come back again.

If anyone remembers the widely-known Louisiana Cajun cook Justin Wilson and his Sunday afternoon public television show, he was the best.

He was a fascinating cook and entertainer.

I never missed his weekly class.

There will always be the naysayers who say girls of today have become sorry and useless in the kitchen, but they should speak for themselves.

There have always been girls like that, and they pretty much rode alone in the end.

The eggroll lady and the cornbread lady are both young girls in my eyes, but I can guarantee neither one of them missed a day of cooking classes.

I rest my case.

William Holloman is a staff writer for the Mount Olive Tribune. He can be reached at


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