Date: Tue, 23 Feb 2016 15:52:06 -0500
From: “N.A. Booko”
Subject: Simple pleasure . . .
How often I yearn for the simple meals I had at my Grandmother’s house. They may seem simple to me now, but maybe they weren’t so simple for her to whip up and bring to the table. It was seventy five years ago and her resources were strained.
How I loved the cornbread, the buttermilk and the creasy greens. They are always bouncing around in my brain and I am always gonna put it all together and sit down and munch until my heart and stomach are content.
It all came together yesterday. Fresh creasy greens from Piggly Wiggley in Pittsboro, a cornbread mix and not so farm fresh commercial buttermilk.
Usually, one takes what they can get in the way of creasy greens, unless you have a source and can pick them yourself. They are now in season and soon the nearby fields will be sparkling with those bright yellow blooms that more or less signal the end of another creasy season.
Maybe you can, but I can’t ask for a simpler pleasure than these ‘down home’ goodies . . . and just think, it won’t be that long before the ‘Poke salat’ will be poking up their big green sprouts . . . Fiddle head ferns, I’m not so keen on . . .
N.A. Booko
Sometimes my crayons are worn and I go outside the lines, but I always end up with all my pitchers colored.