Writing 101, Day Ten: Happy (Insert Special Occasion Here)! | The Daily Post

Writing 101, Day Ten: Happy (Insert Special Occasion Here)! | The Daily Post.

Cornbread, fresh butter, buttermilk, lettuce and onions, soup beans and fried taters.  This was my favorite meal when I was growing up in the summer.  Usually I had helped churn the butter and Mommy collected the buttermilk.  it stayed in this big glass jar that held about two or three gallons.  We would usually have about two pounds of fresh, sweet butter when it was churned if we were lucky.

Mommy’s cornbread was always golden and crispy on the outside, and fluffy on the inside.  Try as I might, I still can’t make cornbread the way she did.  I think my niece Melanie and my sister Rose come closest of all of us girls in the family.

Lettuce and onions?  Well, you take fresh lettuce out of the garden and green onions.  You give the lettuce a rough chop and the onions a pretty good chop, but nothing has to be perfect.  Salt the lettuce and onions.  Then you heat up about two table spoons of lard, that’s right lard, until it is smoking and you pour that over the lettuce and onions.  It makes my mouth water just thinking about it!  I fixed some for my husband recently and he didn’t like it very much. When I fed it to him I didn’t have any fried taters, but did have the soup beans I had slow cooked on the stove.  I am just glad he tried it.

The hot grease going over the lettuce and onions was always the last thing done and it was usually done at the table.  Mommy would have me and Daddy lean way back so the pops wouldn’t get us.  Daddy would break me a piece of cornbread from the pone, then one for Mommy and finally himself.  Usually the wilted lettuce and onions was the first dish we would go for, then everything else, after the cornbread of course.

Mommy rarely ate her lettuce and onions with a fork.  She would pinch off pieces of cornbread and use it to eat the deliciousness.

When you added in the soup beans you had the perfect meal.

A friend once said, when I told her about my favorite meal that this was a “poor man’s meal”.  I never thought of it as being poor.  Everything tasted wonderful and it was something we all looked forward to.  As soon as the lettuce and onions were ready in the garden we would have our feast.  That’s right – feast.

This meal is one of the tastes of summer for me.

About Henrietta Handy

I have returned home to the mountains. No more am I "a mountain-girl far from home." Diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis at 2 1/2, I understand pain, fatigue, laughter, joy, and love all while on crutches and in wheelchairs. This blog is just about me, mostly the writing side, but there are forays into so many different topics. I am married to a wonderful husband who puts up with my writing, knitting, yarn, with the love of a saint. We have fur babies, and one cat who rules us all.
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4 Responses to Writing 101, Day Ten: Happy (Insert Special Occasion Here)! | The Daily Post

  1. Happy memories of cornbread with butter milk which was a foundation in my mama’s cooking when we had greens, beans, or soup. When my husband was stationed in Germany during the 1960s, I couldn’t find buttermilk at the base grocery store and resorted to using what we called sweet milk (whole milk). Returned back to the states, and continued with the sweet milk. My babies liked it better. Yesterday, I purchased a carton of buttermilk, only needed a 1/4 of a cup for a new recipe. Think I may make some cornbread. Thank you for sharing.


  2. sknicholls says:

    We ate beans and cornbread or greens and cornbread Monday through Thursday. Friday Daddy grilled out. Saturday we went out to eat some place special and Sunday was always fried chicken and biscuits. We would not have afforded Fri, Sat or Sun if it had not been for Mon-Thur.


  3. granonine says:

    Henrietta, you took me back 60 years! My mom cooked the beans with a ham bone. The wilted lettuce included bits of bacon and a little vinegar. And she always made raw fries to go with it. We were stuffed by the end of this yummy meal. My mother-in-law was the one who informed me that it was “poor people’s food.” Fine with me, the flavors were to die for 🙂


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