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Man, this is one of the best football threads ever. Just a couple of things to add...
About mullet roe. There are rules to follow. Two sets maximum. Anymore and you run the risk of sh ittin’ your britches. They aren’t bad with cane syrup either. The pros all stuff their britches legs in their boots while eating. Just in case they should get away from you.
Pot liquor/licker. The foundation mostly has some kinda pork renderings, often smoked. Smoked neck bones are pretty good in any greens, though my paternal grandma always put a couple of smoked pork chops in hers. My other grandma always used some side meat for whatever vegetables she was seasoning, but she also had an old coffee pot on the back of the stove with bacon drippings that she would use. Okra was pretty good pan broiled in the bacon grease as was squash and onions. No grease means no flavor.
Country fried steak. I made an earlier reference to it. Grandma pounded out the round steak with a small coke bottle. Salt and plenty of black pepper before flouring and frying (in a mixture of Mazola and those bacon drippings). Served with rice, milk gravy, fresh peas, sliced tomatoes, and cucumber in vinegar was a regular meal during the spring and summer.
Lastly, during cold weather, granddaddy would drive us down to the Seaboard where there was a produce stand that had an old black man frying up fresh tripe. We’d buy a couple of sandwiches with Mexi-pep between light bread. It was a treat. Granddaddy would get Jack, who had a speech impediment, to tell us about the time he stopped one of the trains passing the Seaboard. Story was that Jack stood in the middle of the tracks waving his arms and the engineer frantically went to putting on the brakes, thinking there was a car or person stranded on the tracks ahead. When the train finally stopped, the engineer jumped out and ran up to Jack yelling “What’s the trouble?!” To which Jack replied “Mister, you got a th-igarette?!” At that point my granddaddy would ask Jack what the engineer told him. “He th-ay if I ever do that again, he gone kick my ass til Jesus comes!”
About mullet roe. There are rules to follow. Two sets maximum. Anymore and you run the risk of sh ittin’ your britches. They aren’t bad with cane syrup either. The pros all stuff their britches legs in their boots while eating. Just in case they should get away from you.
Pot liquor/licker. The foundation mostly has some kinda pork renderings, often smoked. Smoked neck bones are pretty good in any greens, though my paternal grandma always put a couple of smoked pork chops in hers. My other grandma always used some side meat for whatever vegetables she was seasoning, but she also had an old coffee pot on the back of the stove with bacon drippings that she would use. Okra was pretty good pan broiled in the bacon grease as was squash and onions. No grease means no flavor.
Country fried steak. I made an earlier reference to it. Grandma pounded out the round steak with a small coke bottle. Salt and plenty of black pepper before flouring and frying (in a mixture of Mazola and those bacon drippings). Served with rice, milk gravy, fresh peas, sliced tomatoes, and cucumber in vinegar was a regular meal during the spring and summer.
Lastly, during cold weather, granddaddy would drive us down to the Seaboard where there was a produce stand that had an old black man frying up fresh tripe. We’d buy a couple of sandwiches with Mexi-pep between light bread. It was a treat. Granddaddy would get Jack, who had a speech impediment, to tell us about the time he stopped one of the trains passing the Seaboard. Story was that Jack stood in the middle of the tracks waving his arms and the engineer frantically went to putting on the brakes, thinking there was a car or person stranded on the tracks ahead. When the train finally stopped, the engineer jumped out and ran up to Jack yelling “What’s the trouble?!” To which Jack replied “Mister, you got a th-igarette?!” At that point my granddaddy would ask Jack what the engineer told him. “He th-ay if I ever do that again, he gone kick my ass til Jesus comes!”
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