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In the post by RR brother 777 asked about staple food growing up. That was keyed by the statement I made that Christmas was the only time cotton mill workers at citrus.Growing up our family ate well. In the 30s to 50s down south pastors received 'poundings' to augment their salary. Looking back I have no idea where that term came from. But some brother or sister would say to the church, Next Sunday we plan to give the pastor's family a 'pounding', so bring what you can.My mama could make some of the best biscuits and gravy you ever ate. WE had a lot of beans and stuff from mama's garden. My daddy always raised a hog so we had lots of pork.About the cotton mill workers, they weren't starving, but in our area grapes, muscadines, apples and pears were the standard fruit, and it was usually free. Oranges and tangerines were relatively expensive so they found better things to do with their salary.We and the mill workers ate collards, turnips, cabbage and turnip greens.Sweeeets at our house was mama's sweet potato pie. Or apple fried pies.Food I never heard of until I left home for the military: broccoli, asparagus, Brussel sprouts, Artichoke, poached eggs, home made spaghetti, ravioli, and many more. I thought the only steak was cubed steak whicn my mama cubed with the edge of a plate. Most of our meat was pork. But I never ate pigs feet. Sunday was usually fried chicken.Oh and we ate a lot of okra and tomatoes.Corn bread and milk was many evening meals. I still love it to this day Some facts but mostly just my [email protected]/

Re: YOur basic family meals growing up

That sounds like the way it probably was for my parents growing up. My mother said getting an orange in a stocking at Christmas was a big deal. My grandmother grew corn and green beans and at them all time. From time to time she'd eat greens, turnip stew. Of course, she made corn bread, biscuits. Biscuits and honey was breakfast at my grandmother's house. She'd cook country ham and bacon, too. If my parents took her out, it was usually to the 'fish camp', which is what they call a fried fish place in North Carolina.But my mom was a little bit more international in her cooking. She would cook that very foreign dish, spagghetti. My grandmother did not care for that. I remember probably around 1980, my aunt had a taco kit. She explained to my mother that her kids liked them and how to cook tacos. I don't remember the first time I had Mexican food. Maybe I was twelve, away on a Bible Quiz trip. I remember eating pizza once in elementary school. My dad hated cheese, but eating out at Pizza Hut after church when I was in high school, he discovered he liked mozzarella on pizza and we ate a lot of pizza after that and started eating Chinese food.I always hated pinto beans and greens day either at home or at the school cafeteria. I still don't care for the plain pinto beans of the south, or did not the last I tried them. But Mexicans can cook the same beans, even without making them into that mashed up stuff, and make them taste good. I found turnip, mustard, and collard greens to be unpleasant and bitter and avoided them growing up. But overseas, I had a Chinese pickled mustard green soup with pork in it. My wife learned to make it. She might make that once a year. It's got a down-home flavor, sort of, but it's Chinese food and the greens are delicious if you pickle them with salt, sugar, and vinegar like that.My wife cooks food from 12or so different countries, but my kids haven't been exposed that much to some of the southern cuisine I grew up eating. We are in the south now, so maybe they will get the chance to be. My wife did learn to cook southern style green beans

Since my Dad was from Kentucky,everything we ate had the south written all over it. My childhood memories are filled with countless days weeding our HUGE garden. Everything we grew was canned to eat during the winter. Tomatoes, green beans,corn, potatoes, onions, beets, pinto beans, everything was canned or stored in the basement.Feeding the hogs,chickens, and the occasional cow kept me very busy. Many a time I wanted to play baseball with the other kids, but it seemed like there was never enough play time. While dad would butcher a hog or cow once in a while with the help of a neighbor, he usually took the animal to the meat processor and had them do all the hard work. I can still see all that fresh meat in boxes that had to be wrapped and frozen!Days spent gathering wild berries with my Dad were so wonderful, and the smell of jams and jellies being made would fill the house.Suppers at our house always had meat of some kind, and my mom’s chicken and dumplings were out of this world. Like everyone else, what I wouldn’t give to be able to return to those days “Hell will be filled with people that didn’t cuss, didn’t drink, and may even have been baptized. Why? Because none of those things makes someone a Christian.”

The Love, I forgot Blackberry pes and cobblers. ALWAYS at BB picking time, family fun and jokes out picking Blackberries. I still love BB from raw to the pies....Thanks for jogging that memory! Some facts but mostly just my [email protected]/

Funny that 'fish Camp' thing. I think all over NC the fish restaurants are called Fish Camps. I was talking to a guy once, who said he had a fish camp near Biloxi, MIss. (Ignorant me!) I asked where It was located. He gave directions..I said, We would like to visit one day and eat with you. He was confused by that, since a fish camp to him was a slip to launch a boat from and go fishing while camping, which is completely logical.But around NC a Fish Camp is simply a restaurant for fish. Some facts but mostly just my [email protected]/

I grew up on a cattle farm

We raised our own beef and chickens and tended a huge garden (hated that). My brother in law was a butcher and we had our own butcher shop and walk in freezer that we bought from a grocery store being torn down. Needless to say, we always had meat and veggies, even when money was tight.Our weekly menu was like this:Sunday-roastMonday-meatloafTuesday-hamburgersWednesday-leftover roastThursday-leftover meatloafFriday-hamburger dishSaturday-steakI laughed once when we were pastoring a small church and struggling a bit. I remembered telling my mom, All we have around here is beef, beef, beef. Can't we have something different like weenies?Her response, Are you kidding? Them things is expensive.And here we were eating weenies and wishing they were beef.

Did y'all can the potatoes and pinto beans

What did you do with the lips and other undesirable parts of the cattle if you didn't make hotdogs out of them