It really is a special corner of the country. Just driving around lowers my BP a good 15 or 20 pts. I own about 10 acres at the end of that bottom road (the back road on the words of my youth). I’d like to put something on that one day. My dad now owns most of your land above that field on the lower left, stretching across the top road and going down to that bigger field in the upper left. I love that land and would like to have a place where my grandma and grandpas place stood. But I’d have a hard time having a place there at the same time. I do miss it. I wasn’t in a hurry to get away from home but I also didn’t realize I’d miss so much about it.
It always amazed me how my mom could whip up a pot of beans so quickly. It was like she was always soaking beans in a back room just in case.
IP...for the record...those country fried steaks you’ve been eating at Applebee’s all these years are not really country cooking.
There are a few things I just can't eat out anymore because I make them superior to a restaurant... Wings, steaks and ribs. Only place I'll eat steak out is a place called Little Alley in Roswell, GA and the only reason for that is they have dry aged steaks... Have trouble finding those to cook at home.
Cornbread soaked in butter. Cornbread and whole milk. White beans smothered in ketchup. I’m a happy camper.
You seem like a man trying too hard to get Union county out of his blood. I bet, secretly, you like cornbread, catfish, meatloaf, beans, greens, etc. Start calling you Pip.
