South
Carolina Hash: By the Light of the Moon
by Saddler
Taylor
"Southern
barbecue is the closest thing we have in the U.S. to Europe’s
wines or cheeses; drive a hundred miles and the barbecue changes" (qtd.
in Binswager and Charlton 11). With this statement, sociologist John
Shelton
Reed presents an insightful comparison between two geographically
separated
and culturally distinct areas of the world. However insightful as it
may
be, Reed’s assertion is overly simplistic in its implications.
Generally
speaking, Southern barbecue traditions, and subsequently the South
Carolina
dish barbecue hash, certainly do have regional variants and are a part
of a complex historic, economic, and social dynamic, but I would argue
the regional nature of barbecue is much more highly localized than Reed
acknowledges. The diversity and vast variation inherent to barbecue, as
well as other foods of congregation, is evident when traveling from one
neighborhood to another, much less from region to region. Replace one
hundred
miles with a short walk around the block and a more accurate vision of
the southern barbecue--and the South Carolina barbecue hash--landscape
is represented.
While barbecue in its various manifestations in the South is a familiar
Southern staple, hash is less well known outside of South Carolina.
Though
recipe differences are limited only by the number of preparers, hash is
basically a stew containing a combination of at least one meat, usually
pork or beef, and a variety of vegetables that can include potatoes,
onions
and corn. It is generally prepared in conjunction with beef or pork
barbecue;
and arguably, the most varied and recipe-specific aspect of hash is the
sauce base, or stock. These sauce variations are endless, but usually
involve
ingredients like mustard, vinegar, ketchup, hot sauce, or
Worcestershire
sauce. Although many hashmakers use some combination of these
ingredients,
there are many hash recipes that call for no such sauce additions.
Instead,
the stock consists of nothing more than a variety of seasonings and
broth.
From a consumption standpoint, hash is widely regarded as a side-item,
eaten on rice or grits, and occasionally in the form of a sandwich.
One common denominator in regional food traditions--including not only
hash but also Crawfish boils in Louisiana, clambakes in Massachusetts,
"yellow jacket" stews of the Eastern Cherokee, and many others--is the
concept of individual variation. Both preparation and consumption,
variation
is the product of a symbiotic relationship between multiple factors,
one
being the dynamic and powerful influence of folk belief. Quite often,
the
presence of a common folk belief(s) is the only similarity between the
hash from different regions of South Carolina. While recipes vary
widely,
there are ritualized aspects of hash preparation and consumption that
transcend
regionalism. A cursory survey would include such staples as the
powerful
symbolism of the cast iron stew kettle, the all-night preparation time
that invariably includes group social interaction, and the general
consensus
that hash is to be eaten as a side item.
Additionally, one of the most significant folk beliefs associated with
the preparation of has involves the proper time to prepare the stew.
Hashmakers
overwhelming agree on the best time: by the light of the full moon. Due
largely to South Carolina’s agrarian roots, many widely circulated folk
beliefs, customs, and superstitions are directly related to early
thoughts
regarding farming practices and crop growth cycles, specifically the
moon
and its subsequent effects on crops and harvesting. While most farmers
now rely on the nightly television weather report more than they do the
seminal Farmers Almanac or the location of certain constellations in
the
night sky, these same agricultural folk beliefs have been adapted to
apply
to other aspects of South Carolina life, particularly the preparation
of
barbecue hash.
In one particular barbecue establishment, the proprietors have settled
on a cooking schedule that has taken years to develop, one based on
traditional
moon lore. Mister Hawg’s, like most South Carolina barbecue
establishments,
grew out of a localized family tradition – the "shade tree" cooking of
so many other backyard barbecue masters. With humble beginnings in the
backyard of the family homeplace, brothers Marion and Davis Robinson
would
help their father and grandfather cook barbecue and hash for neighbors
on July 4th and other special celebratory occasions. The
community
response grew to such a degree that the brothers finally decided a
restaurant
was the next step. Soon they had an established operation on a major
highway
in the upper midlands region of South Carolina. Within a few years,
however,
they were simply overwhelmed by the demand for their barbecue and made
the decision to close the restaurant. However, they experienced a
powerful
example of the influence of a community aesthetic.1 Their
neighbors
refused to accept that they were no longer preparing barbecue. Mister
Hawg’s
customer base had become so loyal, large and geographically diverse
that
many people heard of the shut-down after traveling long distances to
acquire
the local delicacy, only to find a "closed" sign hanging on the door2.
However, due to the local community’s overwhelming reaction to the
closing,
the brothers finally decided to make barbecue again, but on their
terms--a
compromise would have to be reached. Clearly the community’s interest
lay
only in the opportunity to buy the brothers’ hash again, with much less
interest in the reopening of the restaurant itself.3 For the
brothers, the operation had to be more manageable since the "restaurant
staff" consisted of the two brothers and any close friends they could
talk
into showing up to help. The decision was made to sell barbecue one day
a month--not one weekend a month but only one Saturday a month. And not
just any Saturday, but the last Saturday of every month.
During one of our conversations I asked Marion what made them decide
on this particular day. Big crowds? Work schedules? Financial
considerations?
Those are some of the answers I expected to hear. "You ever hear about
digging post holes on the dark of the moon?"4 Marion asked,
with a look so earnest and penetrating that there was no doubt as to
the
seriousness of the question. "Why, if you dig a post hole on the dark
of
the moon, you aren’t going to have enough dirt to fill that hole back
in."
Other men in the room repeated the adage and applied it to other
aspects
of rural activity. Cutting down trees for firewood, filling up baskets
and buckets with harvested crops – all of these personal experience
narratives
dealt with the ability to maximize one’s resources when the moon is
full
or "on the light side."
As Marion explained, "You see, the last Saturday of the month is always
going to be on the light of the moon, and our hash pots will overflow
if
we aren’t careful." Stories began to flow about cooking hash on the
"dark
side" and not getting as much as you would on the night of a full moon,
despite putting the same type and quantity of ingredients into the
large
cast iron pots. The common sense solution was to only cook when the
same
amount of material would produce more hash to sell to the consumer.
These types of personal experience narratives, or what C. W. von Sydow
classified as "memorates" (Brunvand 161), are the
foundational
framework of the larger folk belief. The constant repetition of these
narratives,
coupled with situational context, strengthens and adds credence to the
folk belief. It is imperative to note that the reason the Robinson
brothers
operate when they do is not anomalous, not a strange blip on the
traditional
barbecue hash radar screen. Barbecue chefs, stew- and hashmasters alike
continue to speak quite earnestly about the powerful influence the moon
has on food preparation. "By the light of the moon," "right side of the
moon," and "waxing moon" are all phrases of deep importance, verbalized
from back roads to suburbia.
Folk belief, much like the larger machine of tradition, is extremely
versatile and has the ability to adapt with a remarkable degree of
fluidity.
This is not to imply that the folk belief itself undergoes a particular
change in connotative value, but instead the situational context can be
very different. In this case, the one constant element, the moon, is
freely
interchanged with a variety of applications. The commonly regarded
belief
that the moon and other heavenly bodies have very real, measurable
effects
on agricultural activity no longer overtly dominates traditional
farming
circles as it did during the first half of the twentieth century.
However,
it would be a gross oversight to say such folk beliefs, customs, or
superstitions
have not been carried over into other areas of life. Again, the main
construct
stays the same, but the application changes. Although not being used to
plan crop planting cycles or harvesting times, hashmakers are quick to
note that cooking by "the light of the moon" will without fail produce
more stew.
The contemporary influence of traditional folk belief is quite
prevalent
in hash circles, albeit not immediately communicated to the casual
observer.
One has to be allowed under the outer layer of social pretense and
clearly
this invitation is not always readily proffered. Normally this
reluctance
to divulge such "superstitious" reasoning stems from very different
motives
than, say, the standard refusal to identify the secrets behind
long-held
family hash recipes. The latter tends to deal with a sense of unique
pride
that lends to the element of distinctiveness among peers. The former,
however,
deals with the realization that the particular belief might be
considered
foolish or ridiculous outside of a certain circle of influence.
There was something of a cathartic moment when Marion divulged the
reason
for the Saturday hash preparation. To some degree, he seemed a bit
concerned
about how disclosing these narratives would affect my impression of
him.
This "outsider" might possibly consider something that he held dear to
be unrealistic instead.
In very short order, however, I was the one who learned three things
about Marion: 1) he cared very little about "my impression of him" and
his reasons for doing barbecue when he did. Their system works, they
are
proud of their product and have no need to justify anything to me; 2)
he
had only a cursory interest in my reaction to all the "moon talk;" and
3) the brothers make a darn good mustard-based hash. Normally, after
any
lengthy interview or day in the field, I would pack up my gear, offer
deep
thanks for a day well spent, and be on my way. Not so with the Robinson
brothers--I have yet to leave without being offered a glass of sweet
tea,
a comfortable chair, and a large plate of white rice piled high with
the
yellow, steaming concoction straight from the iron kettle--and, of
course,
always under the watch of a full moon. When I finally do leave, I can’t
help but sing a few verses of the tune Place in the Fire (parody of the
Bill Staines’ song "A Place in the Choir):
All God's critters got a place in the Fire
Some are roasters, some are Fryers
We cook 'em all as they require
And serve them up with jams or sauces, or anything we've got now...
Cows and pigs make many a meal
Steak and hamburger, liver and veal,
Ribs and bacon, chops and peel,
All the pig except the squeal.
Endnotes
1In this case, it is important to note that I
use the word
community in much more than a geographically localized context. I refer
not only to people who still live in the local area, but also to
patrons
who have long since moved away but still return to Mister Hawg’s for
barbecue
hash. While these patrons are no longer physically a part of the
community,
their emotional attachment is still very strong. The hash is something
of a "cultural marker" that people continue to identify with, even if
they
no longer live within the context of the specific tradition.
2 For the community, Mister Hawg’s had taken on
such a powerful
ritualistic role that the barbecue had become what folklorist Kathy
Neustadt
describes as a "traditionalizing element" (148-49). For some patrons,
this
ritualized treatment of hash simply revolves around significant family
or communal events. Occasions like the ubiquitous birthday celebration
or the Fourth of July would certainly fall in this category. However,
the
majority of Mister Hawg’s customers do not have such a formal,
calendar-specific
relationship with the hash. More than just a need to have the hash a
few
special times throughout the year, these patrons have more of an
intrinsic
habit. This dependence is not perceived as a vice, but instead Mister
Hawg’s
is an institution in which each customer has a certain ownership,
providing
not only a source of culinary and social pleasure, but immense pride.
Similar
to what Neustadt discovered in a Massachusetts clambake tradition, the
need to consume Mister Hawg’s hash had developed "formalistic
traits…repetition,
stylization, and a collective dimension" (148-49)
3 Traditions tend to have strong associative
qualities that
take on nothing less than ritual importance. Because of the highly
sensory
nature of food preparation and consumption, certain smells and/or
tastes
are often important triggers for individuals. For years, scholars have
recognized that these feelings of "nostalgia" are directly "connected
to
sensory impressions and memories of the sound of language and song or
the
scent of foods" (Bendix 34-35). Food can be a key factor in this act of
remembering or more specifically what philosopher Edward Casey has
called
"place memory." Casey holds that physical locations are "containers of
experience" that provide powerful triggers for any number of memories
(qtd.
in Hayden 46). Even if experienced outside of original context, these
sensory
encounters can evoke deep and powerful memories of a personal,
familial,
or communal setting. However, while Casey states that this social
memory
(consumption of hash) is a product of place association, I would argue
the opposite can also be the case. Place association (physical or
emotional
"place") can instead be the product of the cultural marker, the
barbecue
hash. Evidence of this can be seen throughout South Carolina where
cooking
locations have changed, sometimes several times; and Mister Hawg’s is
no
exception. There seems to be little if no issue with adjusting to a new
location to purchase and consume Mister Hawg’s hash. Patron loyalty is
not guided by geographic location per se. Instead, the tenacious
loyalty
here rests in a twofold relationship between "who" and "what." First,
who
made the hash and second, what hash is being consumed. In other words,
it must be Mister Hawg’s hash, made by Davis and Marion. Clearly, the
acts
of preparation and consumption are the memory triggers, not the
location
of this particular act of preparation or consumption.
4 Information gathered through a combination of
several different
telephone and field interviews beginning in March of 2001.
Works Cited
Bendix, Regina. "The Pleasures of the Ear: Toward an Ethnography of
Listening."
Cultural Analysis. 1.1 (2000): 34-35.
Binswager, Barbara and Charlton, Jim, eds. On the Night the Hogs Ate
Willie. New
York: Dutton Books, 1994.
Brunvand, Jan Harold. The Study of American Folklore. Third Edition.
New York:
W.W. Norton, 1968.
Hayden, Dolores. The Power of Place. Cambridge, MA: The MIT Press,
1995.
Neustadt, Kathy. Clambake: A History & Celebration of an American
Tradition.
Amherst, MA: University of Massachusetts Press. 1992.
Copyright 2001-2002 by Saddler Taylor and the
University of South
Carolina
All rights reserved.
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