Dan and and his grandma
I don’t know what has gotten in to me…...but I am constantly thinking about FOOD!!! Not just any food…but home cooked food.
Maybe it is the steroid pills the ER doctor put me on, once home from the hospital, or maybe it is the fact that I love to watch the Food Network channel…
Or maybe it is just the inner child in me wanting to go back to simpler times…
Wyatt playing on his PAPA’s boat
Times like when I was a little bitty thing out on Horseshoe Bend sitting at the kitchen table watching while my mama cooked our supper…
And yes, it was SUPPER…dinner was the meal we had a noon time.
Oh, to be able to go back to then and know what I know now.
Wyatt on His Papa’s boat
Now, we never had fancy food…never had much meat at all to talk of , except when Daddy killed the hogs in wintertime or on some Sunday mornings when my mama would go out the back door and get a chicken out of the yard to fry for breakfast.
Wyatt coming down slide
Come to think of it, we did eat doves, squirrels and wild rabbits. My daddy loved to hunt and fish…and since we lived just within a a couple of miles of the Oconee River, yes we did have a lot of fish too. Most times Daddy fished off the bank, but sometimes he would take his old boat. (Daddy, along with his friends, always built the wooden boats he fished out of .)
Our Little Will
If I close my eyes, I can see my mama getting the old oblong wooden biscuit bowl out of the white Hoosier cabinet and place it on the table. She used that bowl so many times that the bottom was slap worn out of it, so daddy laid a piece of tin in it. I can see her open the cloth flour bag and carefully ration out cups of the snow white flour into her old metal hand sifter.
Will is trying to crawl !
She didn’t use shortening. She used REX LARD…which came in a big red metal can. Then she would measure out the can milk into a glass of water… which by the way, I have been informed that the correct name for is evaporated milk! She didn’t use a fork, but put her hands down in the mixture and begin forming the dough.
Let me tell you, my mama could make the best biscuits and white gravy that you ever put in your mouth….
Oh my goodness…that in itself was a meal..and often times it was…for we were poor as church mice.
Look at those baby blue eyes!
Yesterday, while at work, for some reason, I got to thinking about green beans and potatoes….cooked slowly with the ham bone that I had in my freezer simmering in them …and then I got to thinking about squash…yellow squash, boiled and then fried down with white onions…with red juicy slices of tomatoes on the side in a little saucer…and then maybe some pork chops…battered and fried real slow, smothered fried …and I would top it off with some ice cold sweet tea….
Sounds real good doesn’t it???
Just thinking about it at work made me feel like I was in a wonderful dream….
Well guess what?
This is one dream of mine that is going to come true…..
It won’t be as good as my mama’s food or good as being able to sit at her table, talking to her while she cooks…
But I can promise you this…
It will be good!
Oh, and one more thing…
I went to God’s house this morning!
GOD BLESS YOU ALL.