The internet is buzzing about the possibility that Paula Deen will soon announce that she has Type 2 diabetes. This is hardly surprising.
Several years back, before I really knew who she was, I turned on the TV and watched this southern fried blond with an accent so thick it could cut biscuit dough make sweet corn for dinner. She fried bacon, removed it and fried the corn in the fat. Then she added an entire stick of butter.
I’ve eaten once at her restaurant, The Lady & Sons. I was there with a large group of newspaper features section editors in Savannah for a meeting. If we hadn’t been such a large group, we would have had to stand in the line that consistently circles the place.
I can’t remember what I ate, but I’m pretty sure it involved copious amounts of cornbread, yeast rolls, fried chicken and a shrimp boil.
I don’t remember if there was sweet corn in bacon fat with butter. I’m sure if there was, I would have eaten it. That was then; this is now.
Have I mentioned that, despite a family history of Type 2 diabetes, my blood sugar is normal?