The same here on the Gulf Coast with Hurricane Season. My grandparents had a fig and 2 pear trees, EVERY year we had syrup, jelly, and during the Summer there were bushels of peas, butter beans, corn, and potatoes. When ground beef went on sale, Nanny and Mama bought as much as we could afford (looking back now it wasn’t that much to a kid it was a warehouse full). Long evenings of shucking vegetables turned into homemade soup in glass jars way in the back of the cabinets.
We were poor, butI didn’t know it, not when we had peas and beans, rice and homemade corn bread.
I miss those days, seems like no matter how hard you work now, you still can’t make enough money.
I could never figure out why people would burn their own neighborhood. Of course, later we found out that soviet agitators were involved and trying to start a race war.
We all thought that the hippies, draft dodgers, and dope-heads were awful and idiotic. Now their ilk is in positions of power. I feel like I went to sleep, and woke up in some bizarre parallel universe, where up is down and black is white - if you know what I mean.
Anyway, I liked my childhood. Liked the farm, and homemade food. Had no clue that we were kinda poor.
My favorite meal: Pinto Beans, Maters, Taters, slice of onion, and corn bread. Maybe even add some corn on the cob.
LOL. Talk about a starchy diet! Comfort food sublime.