Duke, please tell more about the corn and peach mix.
Walker

My sweet Bride fixed a batch of one of my favorites last week.

Muscadine Jelly

I told her that if she would fix some homemade biscuits to go with it, I might let stay a little longer. HaHa. But she did it anyway!

OH YEAH!!

:-)Rocky

Coach,

Twenty-five years ago I leased 1,200 acres between Gilmer and Quitman. It had about five or so miles of dirt (Jeep) roads. When the muscadines were ripe I would take my daughter there to fish in the pond and the Little Cypress creek. With the top would be off the Jeep we would ride those roads and she would stand in the back and pick the grapes. Some times we could almost fill a five-gallon bucket.

Thanks for bringing back those memories.

The older we get, the more the memories are important.

Pap

Tom:

About that same time period, either myself or my Dad would raise my kids up in the bucket of the tractor front end loader so they could pick the wild Muscadines that grow around here. My kids thought that was so fun!

Now, my Bride and the granddaughters pick them in our vineyard from her golf cart.

This past weekend, after they had homemade biscuits with fresh muscadine jelly, they picked a bucket full then went to see The Lion King. I’m pretty sure that they had a pretty good day!

Coach

Reminds me of when we were kids and my mom and aunt would put us to work along the backroads, picking blackberries.

At days end our fingers would be scratched and scraped raw.

But the jam was oh-so-fine.

Gary

My dad who passed in 2014 loved Muscadine Jelly with the hulls in it. I had a co worker make me some that way, and I still have a jar left. Miss him so much when I think of the things he loved so much!!

Bumper huckleberry crop this year. Get your huckleberry fix at Huckleberry Haven, on their web site.

Pap

Pappy:

I remember as a kid, walking at least a thousand miles bird hunting with my Dad across this countryside. But Dad would always stop at a Huckleberry thicket and pick every last huckleberry.

We would usually eat them right there on the spot. But if by chance, there were enough to fill up a hat, we would take them home to my Grandmother and she would make a pie with them.

That pie would always be something special! I never have seen a huckleberry pie since those days.

Coach