Johnny O’s Spudnuts – Farmington, New Mexico
When we tell fellow New Mexicans we lived in Mississippi for eight years, they look at us like we’ve lived in Mars. Mississippi is not a dichotomy to many people in that they can’t think about anything good about it. Most dredge up the Magnolia State’s ignominious past or they bring up stereotypes about the state’s literacy and education (despite Missisissipi’s public schools ranking higher than New Mexico’s). We often feel we have to defend all that is good and wonderful about Mississippi…and there is a lot to love. Foremost are the people. We befriended and have remained friends with so many people along the Mississippi Gulf Coast. Most of them are God loving, God fearing people who love their country. I stood with Mississippi when most of the rest of the country was protesting the Libyan invasion. Throughout the Magnolia State, the American flag waved proudly. Okay, this blog is about celebrating food, not about politics. Mississippi excels in the former department. Contrary to the stereotype, not every food in the state is fried though we grew to love fried pickles, fried alligator, fried catfish, fried pickles…and of course, donuts made from potato flour. To the detriment of…
