May 19, 2006
I considered porkchops, biscuits and brown gravy a damned TREAT when I was young. That was a hog-out, eat-till-your-belly-hurt, WONDERFUL meal, especially if mama made some home-fried potatoes to go with it.
I remember MANY times, coming hone from football practice after dark and smelling that aroma, knowing damn good and well that I was gonna FEAST, if my daddy didn't eat it all first. "YOU snooze, YOU lose" was something he said to me often. BURRP! "Ask your mama to make you some eggs."
The day before mama died, I remember visiting her at Hospice, and I held her hand. Bejus. She was bruised, fucked-up and purple from all the needles that had been stuck in her. I KNEW that she was dying, but I didn't know what to say.
"Mama, I love you..." I started, and she said, "I know that, but you've been a real pain in my ass sometimes."
THAT was my mama. And she cooked the best pork chops, biscuits and gravy that I EVER tasted.
Rob, you sound like you are looking at life from from an end perspective. Every day is a gift. Maybe not the one you are looking for, but a gift none the less. It is better than the alternative. You have made great strides! Keep the faith. No one said life is fair! As long as you can remember that smell of chops and gravy, your life has meaning for you.
But how were her eggs?
Rob, you've got to read "Born Fighting" by James Webb. It is 100% you.
I looove fried pork chops too, in fact, I cooked some Wednesday night!! Yumm! 'Makes me think of home in the Deep South and my mom and grandmom, as well!! What a tasty meal to indulge in while reflecting on those we love and days gone by!! If you lived closer, I would have invited you over.
I'm with you, a great tradition to keep alive and wonderful memories to recall!!!!
Love your stories about your mom and grandmother. You sure can almost turn a tear with words. Thanks.
Thin pork chops coated in cornmeal and fried to a nice, crunchy crust...pork'n'beans and mashed potato's.
Another beautiful memory of your mama. I never tire of them.
God Bless the woman, that you can remember her cooking. I miss my momma fixing Gramma's chicken in the morning, just to make gravy for the home made bicuits..... and put the chicken in the "ice-box" so we have some good eatin' at lunchtime.....
Funny, I've spent a lifetime trying to FORGET my mother's cooking.
Your Momma sounds like a feisty lady...and the acorn doesn't fall too far from the tree.
My Mom's cooking wasn't quite so memorable, but I have great childhood recollections...of take-out Chinese food and of buckets of fried shrimp from Chicken Delight.
My dad said "YOU snooze, YOU lose" also. At the table it was "First one done helps his neighbor”. Of course reaching toward your brother's plate could mean a fork in the back of your hand. Daddy would not allow us to use knives to defend our plate, but a fork was OK.
my favorite home-cooked meal that my mother in law makes is Chicken Fricassee. I'd never had it until I moved to the South and now I have no idea how I ever lived without it. I could live off of the rice, gravy, sweet peas, and cornbread alone. who the hell needs protein?!
When we get older isn't it funny the memories we cherish?...the foods our favorite people cooked seem like a gourmet feast. All made with love.
My memory is granny's buttermilk pancakes with homemade apple sauce.