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- Date: Fri, 1 Jan 1993 20:58:05 -0600
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- From: Doris Smith <dorisann@TENET.EDU>
- Subject: Re: English peas
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- Natalie, what a beautiful, and peaceful, memory.
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- My memories do not include the milkman or the peddler with bushels of
- peas to sell. When I was under ten years of age we lived in the country
- and my dad ranched and ran a grocery store, so we got our milk from the
- store or at times from our cows. An uncle had acres and acres that he
- farmed and the roasting ears that he grew were the highlight of the season
- for me. Another delicacy that I remember from my childhood, but never see
- anymore, was cashaw - a kind of squash I think.
- That same uncle would make freezers of peppermint ice cream that would
- make a tsar beg.
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- After we moved to the "city" my mom and dad again had a grocery store,
- I have far more fond memories of that store than my parents did. Like
- taking advantage of an open campus for lunch and walking from the high
- school to the store and being met with the enticing aroma of hamburgers
- being cooked on the gas hotplate in the back. Once a week I was even
- allowed to invite a friend to lunch with me. My mom worked the cash
- register, my dad was the butcher, and a young man was the stocker-sacker.
- I now have the butcher knife my dad used. He never let anyone else use
- that knife and he kept it in pristine condidtion. My son saw me using it
- last week and asked where I had gotten the machete.
-
- And all of these reminiscences from Natalie, Nancy, and me have stemmed
- from the lowly black-eyed pea. Incredible. :-\
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- doris
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