Comments on: Catfish Biscuits

By: Terri Evans

Terri Evans — Thu, 03 Sep 2009 12:39:58 +0000

Your splendid story calls to mind the old saying, “a woman’s work is never done.” It has been too long since I have recalled the visions of my grandmother’s farm kitchen where she bustled about from dawn until dusk for decades. Hers was a kitchen that actually held fresh pies in the pie safe, a well-stocked pantry of Bell jars filled with food she had “put up,” and a freezer in the basement filled with venison, their own prepared country sausage, and enough pole beans to string together from one end of the South to the other. She did indeed cook the mid-day ‘dinner’ for the farm hands and anyone else who happened along at the time, and barely had cleaned the kitchen before starting the evening meal. There was dessert every single day, even if only a simple gingerbread cake with lemon sauce, or fresh peaches and ice cream. She ALWAYS wore a dress with a half apron at her waist, and somehow was spotless despite the cups and cups of flour she encountered each day. She used her apron as a small basket of sorts, which she would fill fresh from the garden out back with some last minute addition to the noon-day meal. Thank you for taking my mind’s eye back to those childhood memories, which I can now see and taste.

By: Michael

Michael — Wed, 02 Sep 2009 23:24:42 +0000

What a great story. Growing up in deep South Georgia, one of our neighbors was born in the late 19th century as the eldest of 11 on a farm. I can still recall how great her food was, especially her biscuits and hoecake corn bread, and also how she would make a large middle of the day ‘dinner’, not lunch, and when finished would simply take the dirty dishes but cover all the food with a tablecloth until supper. And I don’t ever remember anyone getting food poisoning.
Food truly is a touchstone for everyone, no matter the age or background.
Thanks for sharing this with all of us.

By: prepare to get hired

prepare to get hired — Sun, 30 Aug 2009 11:39:41 +0000

You strike a chord with me. And must mention that I just love the way you start it off. The first paragraph has something of a ROCK POEM kind of feel to it (If there is anything of such sort !!) .

By: Alice Murray

Alice Murray — Fri, 28 Aug 2009 12:56:30 +0000

Beautiful story. What a wonderful way to start the day, traveling back in time to days long gone, recalling memories of my grandfather’s farm where I gathered the eggs, chased chickens, tried to milk cows, and learned to love white-half runner green beans, fried okra, fresh tomatoes and, the best treat of the year, watermelon cooled in the frigid water of the spring house. You captured the never-ending work, the longs days in the kitchen, and the close family ties. I look forward to your book.

By: Susan Puckett

Susan Puckett — Fri, 28 Aug 2009 12:12:48 +0000

What a great read…thanks for sharing!