YUM!!!

That sure is summertime food. Too dang hot here to cook right now, much less feel like eating. Your food line-up sounds perfectly fine to me though, Sharon!

Here's a few ingredients from last year's garden; still waiting for this years.
Shoe

I have everything except one of those huge Abe L. tomatoes that show in your photo, Shoe. I swear I need to get that image off the front page. Every time I look at it my tummy goes crazy.

Hot here too. I gave up at 10 this morning and will try again later maybe.
Humidity is nigh onto breathtaking at the moment.

But there's a breeze. Seems like it's the breeziest spring I've ever known.

Happy Summer!!!!

Definitely homemade bread

I did pick cucumber this morning and have been for awhile. Sometimes, if they are still really small, they get eaten before they ever make it into the house

Yum-OH Shoe

Me too about the cucumbers, Vic, but sadly I didn't plant any this year.

Sharon, I never knew you were such an OUTLAW!

Good for you!

Be extra careful, Rick, 'cause now you know!!

I'll be good!

Or bad!

Whatever you say!!

enjoyed this story very much. my favorite meal throughout my early life was lima beans cornbread and maters. love it. love it still. lol

my neighbor has a cherry tomato that reseeds itself to the weed stage down here. great tasting. on the small side but i bet if he dug and spaced the plants better they might be bigger. they are so thick together you can't walk through em. he has had it for years. i never knew tomatoes would do that. does the fact that they reseed themselves mean that they are an heirloom seed?

Hiya Mamajack!
I would have known you were a limabean, cornbread, tomato lover, even if you hadn't told me. Me too!! But tell me MJ, you don't put sugar in your cornbread, do you??

I don't know about the tomatoes your neighbor has, but chances are they might be. Mom had some tiny tomatoes that reseeded, they were always there and in the same spot every year when I was growing up. Sometimes she thinned them out a little, but mostly they just grew wild and tangled. She called them 'tommy toes'. When grape tomatoes started appearing in the groceries a few years ago, I called them 'tommy toes' too.

There is a named OP variety 'Tommy Toe'
Cherry Tomato
OP Mid-Season 70 dy
easy, excl. flavor, juicy, high yields
indeterminate
Heirloom from the Ozarks


I got mine from Heather's 2010 T & P Swap and, I THOUGHT from Jonna Sudenius but I don't see any tgomatoes on her site now.

So maybe my mom was right! Maybe they really were Tommy Toes. Bet I'd know them if I could taste them again.

Excellent sleuthing, Rick. I can always count on you!

We aim to please!

Someone in Fklorida had loved them as a kid and wanted more, so I went hunting.

Sharon, you surely were a very enterprising child, and still are, don't ever outgrow it, please!
I love tomatoes also as well as lima beans and home made bread, it looks like we are all birds of a feather around here.

Maybe I just never outgrew the child within, Josephine

You're right, birds of a feather, and no doubt we'll be sticking together for a long time to come.
Thanks, J!!

Loved the story, as always! You were such an endearing child. I don't know how but your stories always make me feel warm and fuzzy and a little teary too.

My worst theft was rasberries. My parents were farmers, Christmas tree, berries and produce. I would get assigned to pick the raspberries and black rasperries, and Dad would say don't eat them all, but I got in the one for the mouth, two for the bucket for sure.

Polly, what a sweet thing to say, but my mother would never have used that term to describe me.

Mom was a strict 'follow the rules' person, and though I was a good child and tried to always do what was right, her 'rules' didn't always fit.

You mention black raspberries and it reminds me: My hair was white as you know and a bit curly so when I gathered berries early one very warm morning Mom told me to hurry and to not get dirty because we were going to town as soon as I returned.

You know how berries stain your fingers, right? And you know if you swipe your sweaty white hair back off your face with berry stained fingers, you might leave berry stains in your hair, right?

I placed the berries on the kitchen counter. I walked to the bathroom to wash my hands. I looked in the mirror. I had a nice swipe of dark reddish black berry juice starting at the top of my head and running down the right side, full hair length. I tried wiping it out with a wet cloth but it only spread it around and made it a bit lighter in places. I could hear my Mom calling to tell me we were leaving.

I took one more look and my hair seemed to match the reddish purple shirt I had on and actually I liked the color very well. I ran my fingers through it and fluffed it out. I liked the look. I might have been about 7.

My mom screeched well. "What will people think?" she screeched when she saw me.

That wasn't the first time she'd screeched those words.
This time I was brutally honest with my answer.

"Mama, I really don't care what people think. I like my purply hair; it matches my shirt and it isn't hurting anybody."

Endearing, maybe to you, my dear Polly, but never to my mother.
Her rules didn't fit me very well. I thought it would be ok because it matched and because streaked hair never hurt anybody, but my mom didn't agree.

So thank you very much for making me smile at yet one more memory.

And nowadays that would definitely be in.