Now, I enjoy eating our as much as the next feller, but as I’ve stated before, I’m kindly partial to beans, taters and cornbread, cause that was what I was raised on.
I was thinking recently about how it used to be compared to now-a-days. Today there’s so much emphasis on fat-free diets and so forth. Years ago, we never gave it a thought about nutrition and fat free foods. We are what was cheap and plentiful and we liked it, (least-ways I did).
I remember once a lady from the State Health Department came to our school to see what type of nutrition we kids were receiving. The answers ranged from gravy and biscuits, fried eggs, to side meat. When she got to my brother, he rared back and said proudly, “I have coffee and bread every morning!”
The lady’s face flushed, “What do you mean, child?”
“Well,” my brother replied, “You take a strong black cup of coffee, add milk, three or four heaping spoons of sugar, then you crumble up a big ol’ biscuit. Boy, it’s real good, eat it every day!”
Needless to say, the nutrition lady nearly fainted. And it was true. We had that coffee and bread lots of times for breakfast. Cereal was practically unheard of except for an occasional bag of puffed wheat from the old store at Turnertown. Fried, cured ham, fried eggs, gravy and biscuits could be found on on our table most times along with coffee and bread.
But the funniest thing was the way Daddy drank his coffee. We tried to imitate him, to no avail. he’d pour hot coffee from his cup into his saucer, then he’d get eye-level with the table and commence to blow on that hot coffee. When it cooled a bit, he’s sup that coffee from the saucer. Me and brother would watch and try the same thing, but daddy was the “supping champ.”
He could slurp that coffee in one or two gulps! I always spilt mine or burned my tongue. Mercy, what a racket! “Miss Manners” would have had a stroke.
When dad was a child, growing up in the early 1900’s, he told us they would have cornbread and molasses for breakfast, along with mush, which in all reality was nothing more than boiled meal. I remember him saying it tasted terrible, and I have to admit doesn’t exactly tingle my taste buds either!
Never-the-less, we survived on that fat-filled, coffee-slurping diet, and actually none the worse for it. And I learned to drink coffee the proper way, from a cup! But I treasure those memories. I wish I could see daddy drink his coffee from a saucer again. Somehow, life was simpler then. But that was a way of life that is gone forever.
Guess what I had for breakfast today? Yep! Coffee and bread!
Till next time.