Thursday, June 7, 2012

Raised in Paradise

"What do mean you like cracklin's," my friend said. "They are just pig fat."

"Yep," I answered.

"Aren't you afraid to eat morel mushrooms?" asked another.

"Nope," I answered.

"You really ate beef heart and tongue," yet another friend said with her nose wrinkled.

"Uh huh," I replied.

"I never heard of shoe fly pie," was yet another comment.

"Then you don't know what you have missed," I said.

How can I ever explain to my non-farm friends what it was like to live in paradise. Food that melted in your mouth. Unusual foods that we ate as well as the fresh food that graced our table daily.

We ate dandelion greens and chewed on oats straight from the field. We ate eggs still warm from the nest and beef fattened on corn. We were the culinary benefactors of all of the generations of cooks before our parents. Foods that carried over from when women cooked mush on the old cast iron cook stove.

I love watching my friends' faces when they ask about the farm. It seems to be a world away from what they know and understand. They just don't understand what it is to be raised in paradise.


Janet said...

Well, I have to comment on that one, Pam. How about pigs stomach? Don loves pigs stomach, probably from an old Rhoades recipe book. Stuff it with diced potatoes, onion, hamburger, bake in the over till done. He's always checking the butcher shops for a pigs stomach......did you have that on Neff Rd?

Pamela Loxley Drake said...

Janet, we never had pigs stomach. Mom did something with the intestines of a chicken but I have no idea what it was, thank God. Nothing was wasted. Had beef heart and tongue whenever Dad butchered. Just the way on Neff Road, right?