A dish known by many names
I was eating at the Shady Rest Restaurant in Johnsonville a few weeks ago when I noticed the special of the day was pileau.The word for this chicken and rice dish, aka chicken bog, shows up in stories and columns for the newspaper every so often. I’ve seen it spelled phonetically, like “perlow.”
I couldn’t find it listed in the dictionary, but when I looked up the word “pilaf,” the words pilaff, pilau and pilaw were listed as variations. The dictionary also said the variations were often found in the South.
I can’t stand not knowing how to spell a word. I turned to a couple of local recipe books my mom gave me for guidance. Both church cookbooks — one from Pleasant Hill Baptist Church and the other from Johnsonville United Methodist Church — spelled the word “pilau.”
I did a little research on the Web, but wasn’t able to find any details on why a word that doesn’t contain the letter “r” is pronounced “perlow,” or why there are so many different words to describe chicken and rice (and sometimes sausage). My little brother says it’s not pilau unless it has sausage in it. I disagree.
Meanwhile, I’ll continue my research on this tasty dish.

What in the world was doing in Hooterville?
There aint no news there..hasnt been for quite some time now..
You must have been just passin’ thru..or maybe you were just a tourist of sorts..or like one of the many historians that come here to see the spot where General Lee sat during the Neck Parade..
What color car was you drivin’? I prolly saw you..when I am sitting on top of that horse mansion I am building..and squint my eyes..I can see the steeple on Anderson Brothers bank..least I think it’s the bank..aint sure tho..
That chicken and rice “perlow” isnt “perlow” unless it is cooked in a cast iron pot..you cant use a regular old store bought pot..different flavor all together..
Next time you are in Hooterville..look me up..I aint hard to find..I’m the only guy sitting on top of a horse mansion..drinking beer..but please dont tell my wife that..I have her convinced that I am working and all those beer cans are from tourists..riding by and chunkin’ them out in our yard...