Food For Thought...

It is once again time for Flashback Friday. I have missed the last two weeks, but glad to be back today.
This week we are thinking of food. We all like to think about food, unfortunately I think about it too much! lol. If you would like to join in hop over to Linda’s at Mocha with Linda and read the flashback questions, then write your memories and share them with us. Remember to link back up at Linda’s.
Here we go…

When I was growing up we always ate at the table that of course changed, as I grew older because we were all going in different directions. However, we still always ate Sunday Dinner at the table together. Mom usually made fried chicken, mashed taters, gravy and biscuits. Mmmm they were the best!

Mom always did the cooking except during the winter. Dad worked on construction and was usually laid off during the winter, so since mom worked out of the house, he did the cooking. He was a good cook too.

I pretty much learned to cook on my own; she was always in a hurry, after working all day and really did not have time to show me anything. I did learn how to make her biscuits, only because I made her show me after I got married. She never measured anything, so when she would put it in the bowl, I took it out and measured it. So with a few tweaks here and there they turn out pretty good.

When I was growing up we had breakfast, lunch and dinner. When I moved to Arkansas, I had met this guy and invited him over to my apartment for dinner. It was on a Saturday, so I was picking up the apartment and cleaning when I hear a knock at the door. I might add I had not dressed yet, nor taken a shower, nor combed my hair, kind of scruffy looking. I thought to myself, who in the world is at my door, boy was I surprised when I looked out the peephole. It was him, I went ahead and opened the door, cause I knew he could hear my music and I preceded to ask him what he was doing there. He got the funniest look on his face and said well you did invite me to dinner, and I proclaimed yes dinner not lunch. He started laughing and said dear you have to remember you are in the south; we have breakfast, dinner and supper. Boy was I embarrassed, so he took me out for dinner and I fixed supper for him on Sunday. Memories…

Mom and Dad were both raised in Arkansas, so they were real big on any kind of greens and everything fried. I remember polk salad, turnip greens, mustard greens, and there were a couple of others. Then there were fried okra, squash, and potatoes. Now I can handle these once in awhile but not all the time. And green peas, what is it about peas that parents think you have to eat them all the time. I like the black-eyed peas or purple hull peas but not green peas. I promised myself I would not make my kids eat Martian turds, unless they liked them.

I remember when I was younger not only did mom fry everything she fried it in LARD. We finally convinced her that Crisco shortening would be better for them than lard, or at least we thought we had. A few years later I was helping her clean out her cabinets and I found the hidden lard bucket. She was actually putting it over in the Crisco can, hoping that we would not notice. And my husband wonders why I am so stubborn and hard headed at times… I come by it honest! lolol

I love memories! And we would love to read yours, don’t forget to link up over at Mocha with Linda!

until next time… nel