Working for a cookbook publisher means that every now and then we get mysterious packages of food.
Almost always this is a good thing, especially since we also publish books on birthing babies and so far no one has mailed us a baby.
This is how I discovered delicious cherries from the Northwest (a 10lb bag no less), awesome red velvet cake from Daisy Cakes, stollen from Zingerman's that I could not resist, and most recently Palmetto Cheese.
Sounds gross, right? Well it does if, like me, you think it is some kind of vegan cheese made from a palmetto plant.
But no, this stuff is not that, not at all.
It's a kind of cheese paste that comes in a plastic tub, a kind of melange of shredded cheese, mayo, and spices. The one I nearly ate entirely on my own was the Palmetto Cheese with Bacon. This stuff is the perfect blend of all the sh*t that makes a person fat: it's savory and unctuous, delicious cold or hot and melted over leftover rice....
Turns out that pimento cheese is a "Southern thang", like sweet tea and red velvet cake. All I can say is amen to the internet and its ability to bring me stuff I never knew existed.
Further searching on said internet has turned up many a home recipe. I have to admit that while I am tempted to make it myself, I am a Yankee and I think my version of pimento cheese would lack a certain type of culinary abandon.
Which means that I will be ordering it. Oooh yeah.