Blogging from A to Z: April – 2016: J
The Blogging from A to Z challenge is to post everyday during the month of April 2016, except Sunday. I will start with the letter A and hopefully make it all the way to Z. I hope you enjoy the read!
Come sit a spell with me and learn about the foods and memories of my Southern heritage, and enjoy a little Southern talk along the way… I grew up in the heart of Georgia, married a Yankee in Connecticut and suddenly became displaced from my roots. But one thing is true – You can take the girl out of the South – But you can’t take the South out of the girl! I’ve learned to eat differently over the years, but I’ve never given up the foods I grew up on. When I left Georgia, at the young age of nineteen, I knew how to cook nothing! I pretty much learned to cook by asking mama over the phone, how do you do make this, and how do you make that; thank heavens for my Southern mama! Even though mama doesn’t cook too much today, she still remembers the recipes and she’s been my go-to person every night in chatting about my Southern foods and many of her memories.
Southern Foods and Memories
The letter “J” brings to mind a food dish called Johnnycakes… I don’t remember my mama making them but I’m told my grandmother did. They are a cornbread mixture, almost like cornbread itself, but a little more of a loose batter. You ladle a small amount on a hot sizzling cast iron griddle, just like you were cooking a pancake.
I keep saying that I’m going to make a batch – and then I forget! How about giving me a reminder sometime?
I remember my mother making jam, as well as my grandmother – blackberry was always my favorite, but I think she made strawberry also. Mama remembers watching her mother make blackberry jam and ladling off the foam that rolled to the top – you had to keep removing it as it simmered. There were blackberry bushes all over the farm – Grandmama wasn’t going to waste those berries.
Mama took me blackberry picking one time when all of a sudden she loudly said… “Jeanne step back slowly, right now!” That tone in her voice made me step right back… good thing as there was a snake coiled up on the fence wanting the berries in my basket – or me! I didn’t always listen, without questioning, but good thing I did that time. Now if you have a Southern mama, you know that when she speaks, and especially gives you that look of, wait till I get you home…. Well you know you better stop your shenanigans, or else!
As mama says… “if mights could grow”… well you know what I mean!
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