** Grandma’s Kitchen ** Grandmas are, without a doubt, one of God’s finest creations! In so many ways, Grandma Cassie Wills told us and showed us that she loved us. Just one of the ways she did that was with her cooking, which wasn’t at all fancy, but was always delicious and rib-sticking. Grandma was a hard-working person with many chores to get accomplished, chores like hoeing the garden, picking vegetables, feeding the chickens, washing clothes (Always on Monday, no matter the weather!), preparing fruits and vegetables for cooking, and so on. She had mastered the tricky art of leaving things cooking on her coal stove while she was out doing all of this stuff. Beans, in one pot, beef, in another, would be cooking away while she was in the garden or in the washhouse, or in the yard, hanging out clothes on a line. No time to waste on doing just the one thing. Grandma was one of the original “multitaskers.” If I tried to divide my attention in that way, disaster would have been the result. In the morning, there was always a fresh-baked pone of good old, delicious cornbread, the heavy, hunger-satisfying type instead of the lighter, sugary kind. There was a great big, formed round of homemade butter, with that ever-so-slight edge of sourness that followed it right out of the churn in which Grandma used her dasher to congeal the solids from the milk. Combine the warm cornbread with that wonderful yellow butter for something that would hold you until noon. If you wanted something sweet, add some of Grandpa’s “Lin” honey or the darkly delicious Sourwood honey. Besides that, there was always a big bowl of rice. It was the “river rice” variety, not the “Uncle Ben’s” type. River rice is gummy, capable of forming little balls, like in Chinese rice. Uncle Ben’s is of the type in which each grain separates from the other. Sometimes, we’d have it with sugar, other times it would be plain. Milk was optional too. Grandpa Wills ate a fried egg every morning, along with a small mound of rice and a spoonful of honey. Maybe he was onto something there. He was ninety-four when he passed away. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- If this little article somehow pleased you, please take a moment to say something rather than just to click that you “Like” it. Thanks!
Posted on: Fri, 04 Jul 2014 03:43:06 +0000
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