That's What I'm Talking About

I have mentioned a few times how much I miss my Grandmother's cooking. My Mom's Mom.
That woman cook cook up a storm I'm tellin' ya and it seems that's what she did all day off and on in between washing dishes by hand and doing other chores.

This picture is not too far from the truth.

Home made biscuits with home made gravy, every freakin' day. Eggs how ya wanted 'em, by the carton.
Bacon, sausage, ham, toast, Fried potatoes, coffee, milk, orange juice or Tang, sometimes even pork chops. You want Cream of Wheat or Oatmeal?
Sit down there and butter the toast.
She whipped up a five course meal for breakfast damn near every day for years.
I have always been skinnier than a toothpick and sometimes I used to think Granny took it as a personal challenge to try and fatten me up.

You would be surprised at how many groceries I can get around and stay so skinny. I have sharp elbows too.

She would completely cover the table with food and everyone would dig in.
She used to tell me all the time, "Boy, if you're bashful around here, you're going to be hungry".


I'll never forget the time there was only one pork chop left on the plate and I could see my Uncle eyeballing it at the same time I was.
I reached over and snatched that sucker up with my hand at the same time he came in from above with his fork to spear it.
I got there first but got the fork right to the back of the hand.

That was an especially delicious pork chop.

She made pinto beans like I have only ever had one time since she died thirty five years ago and that was in a little Mom and Pop restaurant in a podunk little town in Tennessee that we went to when my Grandfather died back in 1999.
A little burg called Trezevant.
I have looked all over for years to find that recipe and have never duplicated it.

Those were the most delicious beans you ever had in your life.
Almost soupy. It was some combination of spices she put in it that I have never been able to duplicate and trust me, I have tried.
I've come close before but I'm still missing something.
It's a damn secret that no one seems to know and like I said, I have looked for years.
It appears to be specific to that region of Tennessee because that's where they came from.


Damn, I miss that woman.