In the south, whatever comfort you find in your foods, they will most certainly be fried.
The smell of hot grease alone is enough to bring down a true southerner’s blood pressure a notch or two. Stick something in it while hot anything; doesn’t much matter and you’ve cooked up a batch of Southern Sedative. Let’s see. What might be fry-able. How ’bout pickles?
I don’t think she ever fried a pickle, though.