Years ago,
when my English 3 AP students were studying
The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck,
I suggested that my father read it.
His response?
”Don’t have to. Lived it.”
And so as I assembled a very simple
Sunday evening supper yesterday,
I saw humble ingredients
Canned tomatoes for vegetable soup.
Cornbread prepared in an aluminum pan
so my father could take home what was left
for a later glass of crumbled cornbread and milk.
And cilantro to
garnish the soup.
At the grocery store earlier in the day,
I noticed the grocery carts of other shoppers full of all sorts of humble ingredients.
Many of those same carts contained cilantro too.
We were all cooking simply.
My father’s comment when I walked him to
his car, leftover cornbread in tow?
”Enjoyed it.”
14 comments:
thanks for such sweet memories!!
love cooking simply
miss ya
Might just be a cornbread and chili night now thanks to you. My daddy would of liked that too!
~Bliss~
Why waste leftovers...or words. Those two simple words spoke volumes.
Deb
Sweet meal for your Handsome Daddy:) Love it that he took the leftovers to enjoy again! Have a blessed day dear Laura, HUGS!
Nothing wrong with a humble meal.
nothing better than homemade cornbread and family...
My mother used to eat cornbread with buttermilk; we kids thought it a terrible concoction. Our grandma Merriot went to California to pick apples but made it back to Oklahoma. She had so little, but could make sausage that had no meat and tasted like the real thing.
Love your post. I hope you get a few stories out of your dad about the Great Depression. I rate cornbread and "sweet milk" (meaning not buttermilk) as one of the BEST comfort foods one can have. I may just have to make some!
Karen
Ladybug Creek
There is nothing better than a simple home cooked meal...nothing fancy, mind you.
Laura, just an FYI ... sometimes I am unable to access a certain post. One was titled Test and one Temp. Hope this makes sense to
your Dad is awesome...
Oh my! What memories. My dad used to crumble cornbread into buttermilk.
Your daddy sounds like a man of few words...but very wise ones I'm sure. There's nothing more comforting than a bowl of homemade soup and some cornbread! My hubby is the cornbread baker around here...his is much better than mine:)
the simple truth...is a beautiful thing.
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