Southern summer vegetables….no fine cuisine compares!
Oh, and Slocomb tomatoes eaten over the kitchen sink. As I was reading, I thought - if Bill says Bettye made thin, fried cornbread I’m getting out of this bed & fry some … I don’t care if it’s 11 PM!
Bill, your bibliophile skills truly bring the memories of yesteryear alive. Just when the bottom of the pan was in sight, my mother or grandmother would put another log on the fire.
Sitting on the porch shelling peas with family brings back fond memories of my childhood. Somehow the memories of the heat and the gnats have faded away!
In addition to pea and butterbean shellers, in the 60's and 70's, youngun's were also corn huskers, so Mama could put up that manna from heaven we call creamed corn! My brother and I did the hulking, but we weren't allowed near that sharp bladed, manual apparatus Mama used to remove the corn from the cob. That was probably a good thing though, since my brother was on a first name basis with all the ER folks at Flowers Hospital. This was when it was near downtown, and across the street from Baskin Robbins, but that's a whole 'nuther story!
I swear I can feel what my thumbs would feel like after shelling butterbeans!!! So sore!! I loved this stroll down memory lane!!
What memories you stir in my mind! It was torture with my hands hurting so badly. Butter beans were the worst!!!
Southern summer vegetables….no fine cuisine compares!
Oh, and Slocomb tomatoes eaten over the kitchen sink. As I was reading, I thought - if Bill says Bettye made thin, fried cornbread I’m getting out of this bed & fry some … I don’t care if it’s 11 PM!
Bill, your bibliophile skills truly bring the memories of yesteryear alive. Just when the bottom of the pan was in sight, my mother or grandmother would put another log on the fire.
Sitting on the porch shelling peas with family brings back fond memories of my childhood. Somehow the memories of the heat and the gnats have faded away!
Those were the good ole days. Lol
What memories you have jogged!
Thank you, Bill!
In addition to pea and butterbean shellers, in the 60's and 70's, youngun's were also corn huskers, so Mama could put up that manna from heaven we call creamed corn! My brother and I did the hulking, but we weren't allowed near that sharp bladed, manual apparatus Mama used to remove the corn from the cob. That was probably a good thing though, since my brother was on a first name basis with all the ER folks at Flowers Hospital. This was when it was near downtown, and across the street from Baskin Robbins, but that's a whole 'nuther story!
Those days of sitting on the carport shelling peas were torture but the peas were so good!