On Wed, 25 Jun 2008 13:34:39 -0500, George Shirley
> wrote:

>Wayne Boatwright wrote:
>> On Wed 25 Jun 2008 08:25:31a, The Cook told us...
>>
>>> On Wed, 25 Jun 2008 07:13:52 -0500, George Shirley
>>> > wrote:
>>>
>>>> Wayne Boatwright wrote:
>>>>> On Tue 24 Jun 2008 09:47:06a, George Shirley told us...
>>>>>
>>>>>> l, not -l wrote:
>>>>>>> On 24-Jun-2008, Nancy2 > wrote:
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>> According to the NASCAR folks, fried bologna (baloney) is a
>>>>>>>> Virginia thing. Is that right?
>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>> N.
>>>>>>> As a child growing up in western Kentucky in the late-40s and
>>>>>>> throughout the 50s, we often ate fried b'loney. Sometimes as a
>>>>>>> sandwich (on white bread slathered with mayo), more often as a
>>>>>>> meal's meat dish when times were lean (my dad was an autoworker and
>>>>>>> was laid off often until he accrued quite a few years of service).
>>>>>>> Fried baloney with eggs and toast for breakfast, fried baloney and
>>>>>>> mush for lunch, pintos and buttered white bread for dinner. Heck,
>>>>>>> sometimes we even had creamed strips of fried baloney on toast.
>>>>>>>
>>>>>> My Dad loved his baloney, had to be the type still in the sausage
>>>>>> shape with the red cover. He would slice it thick. Favorite sandwich
>>>>>> was a quarter inch slice of baloney, equal amount of white onion,
>>>>>> black pepper, and the bread had to have mustard on it. Carried that
>>>>>> or an olive loaf sandwich in his lunch bucket for 40 years. He also
>>>>>> ate deviled ham and vienna sausage on a regular basis. the only thing
>>>>>> he ate that I liked, and still like, was sardines on a cracker with a
>>>>>> little mustard. Dad ate fried salt pork most mornings for breakfast,
>>>>>> I could never stomach the stuff myself.
>>>>>>
>>>>> As a child growing up in the very late 40s thru the mid 50s, whenever
>>>>> we would take road trips there were few places to stop for a meal on
>>>>> the old narrow highways. My mother would always pack a box or basket
>>>>> with devilled ham, vienna sausages, cheeses (often those little jars
>>>>> of Kraft), crackers, cut up raw vegetables, and pieces of fruit. We
>>>>> always had a gallon thermos jug of iced tea. We'd make short stops
>>>>> along the road for a bite, or even eat while driving.
>>>>>
>>>>> If we were gone for a week or two to visit relatives, the night we
>>>>> arrived home there was little in the house to fix a meal. Mom would
>>>>> bake biscuits and scramble eggs, sometimes slicing vienna sausages to
>>>>> be cooked in with the eggs. If we had brought a country ham back with
>>>>> us, we'd often have fried ham.
>>>>>
>>>> Ahh, memories of country ham. In the forties and fifties we used to make
>>>> the then laborious trip to Central Louisiana to visit my Dad's uncles
>>>> and aunts, my paternal Grandmother's siblings. They were all still
>>>> farming on homesteads, pulled their water from a dug well or the spring,
>>>> had a privy out back and racked their stomps (yards). Not a blade of
>>>> grass was allowed in the house yard as it could hide snakes, pig or
>>>> chicken poop and the old aunties didn't want anything tracked into the
>>>> dogtrot houses they lived in.
>>>>
>>>> Out back would be a good sized smokehouse that was in use all year.
>>>> Generally we would get some home made sausage and at least one ham. One
>>>> year we got three smoked rabbits, a smoked raccoon, two hams, and about
>>>> ten lbs of sausage. We all thought we had died and gone to heaven. By
>>>> the late fifties the eldest of them were all gone, my grandmother in
>>>> 1983, a year after my Dad went, then her two youngest brothers died up
>>>> in their nineties just about ten years ago. The young ones that are left
>>>> all live in town and have real jobs but no real food.
>>>
>>> I had a couple of uncles who were still farming when I was growing up.
>>> You never left their homes without something to eat, either fresh,
>>> canned or frozen. I sometimes wonder how my aunts felt about all of
>>> their hard work walking out the door.
>>>
>>
>> How true that was. There was almost always a meal, and we always lefts
>> with home-canned jars of veggies, fruits, pickles, and jams. "No" was not
>> in their vocabulary.
>>
>We do the same with our descendants, none of them can or put up food and
>we do. they always go home with boxes and bags of jams, jellies,
>preserves, hot sauce, etc. To be fair they always bring the jars and
>rings back in hope of getting a refill.

I've told my kids that they do not get more until I get my jars back.
My DIL is way ahead. I think she has brought me two boxes of quart
jars she has found at yard sales or thrift stores. Plus returning the
jars as she empties them.