When I was a kid, I used to go stay with my Grandmother for a couple of weeks during the Summer. She always had a big garden.
She had a big dinner bell and she told me that if she rang it, I’d better take off running for the house from wherever I was on the farm.
Every day, right at NOON, she would ring that bell, and I’d take off in a sprint (usually from the creek a half mile away.)
When I got there, the table would be set with GOOD STUFF from her garden. Home Grown Tomaters, greens, skwash, purpled hurl peas, sweet Korn, green beans, the sweetest onions you ever tasted, a skillet of korn bread, cabbage, sliced kantylop, and a big pitcher of iced tea.
The only meat would be the bacon or ham she used to season with. It was the best!
Oh, and a blackberry cobbler or apple pie for dessert.
Edited by coachblalock (06/26/19 09:11 PM)
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