Fried Chicken Breast Filets
I love fried chicken and some people love mine...the main secret is to buy small, cut your own up wash thoroughly, season flour while still wet and fry....love it...can't eat it all the time but love it.
In the South we call these green butterbeans (lima)
The speckled bean we call colored butterbeans
Pot of white rice
If you are a Johnson and live in the South rice, or potatoes
My Aunt Willie said that she and all of the Johnson wives knew they had to put a pot of rice on the stove to cook and then consider what else they would fix to go along with it.
Hush Puppies
you need some bread on the table whether it be this, cornbread of some kind or at the very least a homemade buttermilk biscuit.
Hummingbird Cake
or how about pie
Mile High Chocolate Pie
Dot's Coconut Pie
I have such fond memories of Sundays, most of which include family members. Some of them are gone now but oh the memories.
Grand Mama
These two folks and my aunt that lived with them have given us such wonderful memories. I know that is where my love of Simple Southern Country Living comes from. Oh it wasn't always that way, one of my sisters loved the simple country life, sand between her toes, walking down a dirt road kind of stuff. No not me I liked in my mind that is, a more refined way of life...no dirt between my toes..In the most recent years my love for these things has come to the surface.
I have a love for all types of things like music, (with the exception of rap)..Classical, rock,soul, country (now), pop, even a little out of the mainstream music, of course I love Christian too..Well as a child one of my Christmas gifts Santa left was a record player, wow that was something! Do you know what records I received? UGH for an 11 year old...Loretta Lynn, George Jones, Johnny Cash and Gene Autry Album Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer...Do you know what now I wouldn't trade any of that for the world those albums and artists are some of my favorites. Just think for a little girl named Dolly to eventually see that someone else in the world had that name Dolly Parton..At that time I had a little part time job and bought one of the cool records Gary Lewis and the Playboys...that dates me doesn't it? There were not many other records, blues etc. I am glad to have lived to see the beginnings of pop music...Elvis was there but at that time I liked him not loved him. There I go rambling on and on.
Sunday was a time for worship and you did nothing, I mean nothing on Sundays. They were for worshiping our Lord and resting. That was how it was and how it is supposed to be still in my mind, even though I have been known to shop, heck I had to work in retail no way around it. Times have certainly changed. Some of the activities could be considered "getting the ox out of the ditch".
Sunday memories you had fried chicken, a table full of vegetables, breads, deserts and of course sweetened ice tea. You sat at that table and talked of things you did and are going to do. I loved it and still do.
Another Sunday memory, you actually got out of the house and went to visit people. You ate, talked and sat on the porches to watch the goings on around you. (Mind you there was usually at those times nothing going on) We would count the cars going by and grandparents usually knew who they were. It was cute they would say, " Wonder where they have been or where are they going." You would sit for hours and listen to the elders talk of old times....hey like I am doing now...lol It surely bored me then but now I am so glad they did talk.
There it is the reason I love the front porch... when we were building Hibiscus House I would be on my way to work and back singing Alan Jackson's Song Where I Come From...lots of front porch sittin, cornbread and chicken....I could not wait to sit on that new front porch.
I love the porch and do enjoy it.
My ongoing Sunday activities that will be memories, are that my brothers, sisters and families which have grown tremendously visit Mama on Sundays. That is one of my Mama's favorite things, to have all of us around. Sitting in the Swings and chairs outside talking, visiting., and watching the children play....Oh I almost forgot and to visit with the neighbors coming over...fun times and I just don't do it often enough.
I hope you enjoyed my walk down memory lane and that you will share some of your fond Sunday Memories with us.
Happy Sunday,
Happy Sunday,
