On Wed 25 Jun 2008 11:34:39a, George Shirley told us...

> 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.
>

Lordy, George, I wish I was one of your descendants. :-) I am capable of
canning, pickling, and making jams and preserves, but I really am not up to
the task of attempting to grow the vegetables and fruits in this damned
desert. What little bit of the canning/preserving bit I do, I have to rely
on local markets, but I often can't get the things I'd really like to have.

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Wayne Boatwright
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