Black Pot Chicken
Like many people I had waited in line at the Blue Ridge
Folklife Festival for a taste of Black Pot Chicken. And like many, I finally tired of waiting and walked away. This year I decided to get to the bottom of it. Or at least try.
As I interviewed people for this story as they stood in
line, it was a common refrain.
Like a marathon, a mountain climb or Black Friday at the electronics
store, people were determined to
get there.
Success in this line means literally tasting victory.
In the television story you can see the sizzle of the
chicken cooked in peanut oil, and almost smell the aroma coming from the golden
brown legs, thighs and breasts, as the Patrick County Ruritans go through their
familiar paces.
To re-cap: The
Patrick County crew was at a national conference in Philadelphia in 1976, when
some kindly and elderly fellow Ruritans gave them a copy of their own secret
recipe. Only one man, Phil
Plaster, was given the secret, and to this day, only Phil has it. It’s in his head and his safe deposit
box. His wife and his will have
instructions about who gets it next.
The local guys came home and tried it at a July 4th
celebration and knew they had a winner.
They signed up for a spot at the Blue Ridge Folklife Festival and
they’ve been there ever since. And
so have the lines of people.
The guys I interviewed -- cook Will Walker, chicken batterer
Ronnie Mabe, and secret holder Phil Plaster seem to love all this. They grin when they talk about everyone
leaving the room while Phil adds the secret ingredients. They cut-up about Ronnie Mabe outliving
Phil just so he can be next to know.
Will Walker, who is physically closer to the line of people by virtue of
being the cook, has had ample opportunity to practice his answer to the
inevitable question, “What makes this so good?”
“I just do the cooking,” he dead pans.
Once again the great part about this job, and this segment,
is that the people are so real.
These guys just enjoy what they do. Go to a festival and sell secret chicken to appreciative
festival goers.
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