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POLAND COLUMN: You’ve got to feel the food

on Tuesday, 14 September 2021. Posted in Local News

Tom Poland.  Down South

A few years back on a fall day I attended a wild game dinner on the grounds of Hobcaw Barony’s Bellefield Stables. I sat among folks from up north. The chef and caterer was also our speaker and his opening statement was a doozy.

“Now I know you Yankees think we Southerners drool grits all the time but we won’t eat you. We ain’t gonna kill you.” Northerners stared in disbelief. Southerners laughed.

Ginger-haired, stocky, raconteur wild game chef Frank Beckham was holding court outside Bell Baruch’s posh equine residence. The stables stand among gnarled old oaks heavy with Spanish moss. Fanny-pack clad Northerners and I sat at wooden picnic tables beneath live oaks green with resurrection ferns. We dined on shrimp and grilled mallards Beckham shot in Nebraska. Grill marks scored the dark meat. It tasted like steak.

“You know why these ducks taste so good?” Beckham doesn’t wait for an answer.

“They’re corn fed. Ducks down here eat stuff in the muck. Gives them a fishy taste. Believe me it won’t hurt you. I’ve had the wildest game possible. I flew helicopter gunships in Vietnam and I’d hunt deer and wild hogs from the air, gunning them down with an M60 machine gun. I barbecued a 400-pound hog at base camp for my fellow Southern boys. We didn’t let Yankee fellows eat with us.

” Northerners stared at each other again. They didn’t know what to make of Frank but I did. He’s a man who’s seen just about anything life can throw at you, including being a chopper pilot in Vietnam. Cooking proved to be an outlet, a way to forget life’s troubles, a way to please others.

Frank got off to a good start on the road to chefdom. “Louise Chestnut, a black woman, would help Mom cook lunch in the summertime. Louise would have all the soul food you could think of and I loved to be with her when she cooked. She always told me, ‘You got to feel the food.’ When Frank was in Cub Scouts, the scoutmaster would come to his tent because the other kids would be cooking beanie-weenies and hot dogs. Frank would cook Salisbury steak, mushroom gravy, and rice. Frank’s as comfortable cooking over a campfire as he is over a gas stove. “I can’t stand electrics. I’ve gotta cook on gas cause it’s just my mindset. I’ve had to cook at some people’s houses on an electric stove and I couldn’t. It just killed me. Gas is instant.” Cooking puts Frank at ease. “For me cooking is comforting, just like scuba diving in black water. That is one of the most comforting things when you get down there and you can’t see a thing. It’s as quiet as can be. And you know nothing down there is going to hurt you. Of course a big ole catfish will take your light out of your hand, but that’s it.” Frank took up scuba diving in 1963. In the years to come he’d find camel teeth and Megalodon teeth in the Cooper River.

Frank Beckham, a Southern original, is a fellow you just want to be around. For sure he feels the food. His wild game dinners are unforgettable, just like him.

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