Daily Prompt: Mouths Wide Shut
Are you a picky eater? Share some of your favorite food quirks with us (the more exotic, the better!). Omnivores: what’s the one thing you won’t eat?
This was an interesting prompt for today and since it’s Sunday, I automatically thought about the very simple breakfast my mom would fix us every Sunday before we headed out the door to Sunday school.
We would wake up to the smells of whatever mom was cooking for Sunday dinner, which would usually be some sort of roast meat with some collard greens or mustard greens, and always on the heels of those smells we could smell sausage frying in the skillet and the rice cooking on the stove.
For some reason I have been craving a simple bowl of rice with a couple of sausage patties, food that I haven’t ate in years since moving out, but it’s food like that which makes me think of family and all the fun and horrible times we shared growing up.
It reminds me of all the oatmeal we used to eat for breakfast before going off to school and which to this day I can’t stand the taste of oatmeal but I remember every Sunday we got something different to start our day with.
I remember sitting with my dad some late nights eating a bowl of buttermilk with cornbread crumbled up in it but now I can’t touch it. I remember all the days that mom would make white beans with ham and I vowed when I grew up I would never touch another white bean and to this day I haven’t.
Just this weekend my baby brother down in Florida sent me a bottle of my favorite BBQ sauce from our favorite rib joint. He’s been promising to send me a bottle for almost a year and now that it’s here it feels like I’ve just hit the jackpot and can’t wait to cook something wonderful with that bottle of pig sauce as we call it.
It’s amazing how a simple food memory can awaken the things that mean the most to us and for me it’s my family and the life we have lived.
Though my tastes have expanded from those simple days which may explain why I haven’t had a little bowl of rice with sausage patties in years, I think I may make a quick little stop over to mom’s house because I’m sure she’s got rice and sausage cooking on the stove.