Hot southern mess

We’re currently experiencing the nastiest weather of the summer. Think Amazonian rain forest-African jungle heat and humidity. I’ve said (so many times) before: I hate Southern summers, love the food. Today’s lunch was the last of our sweet corn, the first of our field peas, some of Stoic’s perfect tomatoes and a neighbor’s honey-sweet cantalope.… Continue reading Hot southern mess

Fabulous field peas

It’s that wonderful time when the smell of curing tobacco floats on the night air and the molasses smell of pickling corn floats from the trench siloes during the day. We’re having a cold snap (only 82 this afternoon following a rain so hard that water blew under the doors on the north side of… Continue reading Fabulous field peas