The one extremely useful and extraordinarily delicious Southern skill I have mastered is the making of cheese straws—and by that I do not mean the kind sold at Sarabeth’s and countless other Manhattan emporiums that persist in selling twists of puff pastry glazed with cheese and calling them straws. A true cheese straw is an ineffable combination of butter and cheese and flour that melts in your mouth and is a de rigueur addition to every Southern cocktail hour. The only thing better might be a hot cheese olive, made with the same dough. They are the perfect briny, cheesy bites (otherwise known as a salt-and-fat delivery system), as well as my tiny but successful attempt to redeem the reputation of my home state. The New Yorkers I served them to never failed to chase the trays around.