Mr. Henry Backward, a plantation-owner in Charleston was having his evening drink with neighbors. He ordered butler Jimmy to serve them some appetizer. Jimmy was carrying fried catfish from kitchen, separated from main house. Loudly barking resident dogs followed him begging a piece. Jimmy sensed Mr. Backward’s anger. In next serving, nobody heard any noise.
Mr. Backward: Did you shoot the dogs?
Jimmy (displaying a bowl of fried batter balls): No Master. This time, threw a few to them and whispered “Hush puppies.”
Mr. Backward (tasting a few): What a great appetizer!
Hushpuppies thus entered into southern-cuisine with unique folklore.
Mr. Backward: Did you shoot the dogs?
Jimmy (displaying a bowl of fried batter balls): No Master. This time, threw a few to them and whispered “Hush puppies.”
Mr. Backward (tasting a few): What a great appetizer!
Hushpuppies thus entered into southern-cuisine with unique folklore.
