Growing up in Kentucky, most Sunday mornings the house was filled with the wonderful aromas of Mother’s love. Green beans & potatoes with seasoned country meat (full pot not like my half full one) Fried chicken popping and sizzling in her biggest iron skillet, the smell of lard & grease mixed to perfect portions. Let’s not even mention the cucumbers in vinegar water, fresh peeled then sliced tomatoes with the juice just dripping from them. Now let’s add Mom’s fried corn, never a silk in it no way, each of those ears of corn was picked by hand to make sure no silk was left behind. Cut off the cob then run that knife down it to get any milky juice left, now into another of her famous iron skillets that again has the right amount of grease added and heated to perfection, don’t forget to add water and now that old skillet will do it’s magic. Lid on then when mom knew it was time off with the lid, seasoned with salt and pepper maybe green pepper if she had one, not a drop of that water was left in that old skillet just corn cooked and ready to be proudly served. Always green onions, usually corn bread, fruit either fresh or canned. Oh, how could I forget her famous Iced Sweet Tea. She never wanted help in the kitchen, we’d all be in the living waiting for those words, “dinner’s ready “. The best memories. ❤️