Blogging from A to Z: April – 2016: W
The Blogging from A to Z challenge is to post everyday during the month of April 2016, except Sunday. I will start with letter A and hopefully make it all the way to letter Z. 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 from 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 make this – 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 Food and Memories
Nothing better on a hot day in the South, than a nice cold Slice of Watermelon! Both of my grandfathers grew them,but I only remember the ones Granddaddy Bryan grew. Whenever we rounded the corner down their driveway, my eyes were peeled to see if one was waiting for me by the porch – and yes it was always there!
Did ya ever have a yellow meated melon? They weren’t as sweet as the red ones, but I remember them having less seeds. It was such fun to cut into and discover the color!
A few words from mama on a hot summer night, “it is boiling hot down here (June 3, 2011) and I sure wish I had a piece of cold watermelon and then… “My daddy had a large watermelon patch by the road near the house. I remember him constantly turning the vines as they grew – I never knew why but I used to help him walk the patch and turn the vines the opposite way they were growing.
“We never cut and ate watermelon like you do today – he actually only grew them for the pigs. He raised several pigs every year as he cured ham, made sausage and other things when they were killed in the fall; Daddy like pork, we very seldom had beef as he would have had to buy it – our cows were only for milking. When we wanted a melon on a hot day, Leroy and I just grabbed one out of the large pen daddy kept piled high by the pig pen – bust it open and ate only the heart, which was always the best part of the melon. Then we threw the rest over to the pigs. That made them happy!”
I called mama before finishing my post and she reminded me of another story… “I’ll never forget the day I cut a watermelon for you and later after asking you if you had finished – because I was going to throw the rest away and spray it with bug spray in the trashcan. You told me you were all done, so I sprayed it and put it out in the trash – well it wasn’t much later when I looked out in the yard and there you were standing by the trashcan with a piece of watermelon in your hands. I was so scared because of the bug spray that I grabbed you up and ran all the way to the doctors office. I wasn’t sure if you had eaten much or not. I can’t remember what, if anything, the doctor did, but you survived!” I was probably about 5 or 6 years old – old enough to know better, but I guess the sight of that watermelon still left outweighed any judgement I had! LOL….
My great granddaddy Bryan made Watermelon rind wine – ever hear of it? I’d sure love a swig to judge for myself. I think there might be more to that wine or liquor he really made….Mama’s daddy saved the rinds for him, but never wanted a bottle – he’d say, “I don’t want any of that dam rind whiskey.” HaHa – Granddaddy McKinley did like his whiskey though and often sold it on weekends. Mama remembers the law showing up at all hours of the night looking for it, but never finding it. He lived in a dry Georgia county – never heard of it, well give it a google. Mama thinks he hid the whiskey under the corn crib up at the barns – guess he was smarter than they were! Too bad he didn’t make moonshine – I could have had a better story!
“It’s a storming in Georgia tonight – I know mama is quiet. She turns out the lights and gets real quiet when it storms.”
I think it’s time for coffee and something sweet….
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