Remembering Mama's House and her Cooking!!

Breakfast: Usually eggs anyway you wanted them (mine I called ‘runny’). I didn’t know the term ‘over light(or easy)’ (mama wouldn’t have either). We had grits, livermush, sausage, country ham or bacon. If it was country ham we had red-eye gravy. Always biscuits, pans of biscuits and cream gravy. We never had dry cereal but every once in awhile we had oatmeal. There was always milk and coffee (for the grownups). There were times the kids got coffee with cream and sugar to soak a biscuit in, we called that soakies. The end of breakfast was the ceremony of mixing home-made jelly or molasses and home churned butter.

My favorite was Brains and Eggs with Gravy!!!!!

Dinner (lunch) was usually some left overs or a sandwich and milk or tea with lemon. There was Tomato sandwiches in the summer, sometimes vegetable soup. In the winter toasted cheese, Livermush or ham sandwiches. We were never big on p-nut butter and jelly sandwiches, but I did love p-nut butter and crackers. Oh yeah, banana sandwiches, love ‘em..

Now Supper at our house was something. Probably as close to Dar or Mel as you can get, but not as fancy.

(Mama at her mother's funeral, you seldom saw my mama sad!)

Cube steaks, ham, stew beef (mama called it stew meat), sometimes fried wieners or my favorite fried chicken. Mama ‘s rice was soupy. I think it had milk in it, anyway it was not dry. Green beans with little potatoes in them. Okra if we had it, most of the time fried. Mashed potatoes and gravy then there was corn bread and/or biscuits.
Some days she would have a big pot of chicken and dumplings; ohhh I loved her chicken and dumplings. Many days it was a big pot of beans with corn bread. She made any bean, good, all of them fit for a king (black-eyed, pinto, big butter beans, or those delicious speckled beans). There was some kind of brown pea that was delicious, I can’t remember the name.

We didn’t always have desert but she made the best egg custards, apple turnovers, apple pies and sweet potato cobbler. She could make a cake to compete with anyone, but she preferred the cobbler style. In her words, ‘I can throw one of those together’.

(Mama when she was very sick and in Sherry & Shirl's care)

Oh yes, she made a delicious banana pudding, even though daddy could not stand bananas. I never understood that, but he would literally get sick on bananas. Once in a blue moon, churned Ice cream.

Once, when I returned from sea, after eating powdered eggs and having powdered milk for months, Mama asked how many eggs I wanted, I said three dozen. She said, ‘coming up!’ We quit at 26 or so. I love eggs. I don’t eat many now because of that hard to spell word that starts with a C.
Sorry folks, I was just thinking of good food. Happy Fourth!
Nite Shipslog
PS:
When I was growing up I thought Olive oil was only for priests/preachers to anoint folk. Now at the advice of Lindy and others, I am adding it to my daily intake, even though Sherry has been cooking with it.
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It is a shame, but we have now taken food to the level of entertainment. And instead of eating to live, we live to eat.

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