@candyagain wrote:
@tiny 2 wrote:
@candyagain wrote:
@lovesrecess wrote:
The boiled hominy would be like grits?
No, I remember hominy from my early years in Virginia. It's white round, shiny, gluey soaked whole corn kernels. I remember it came in a can.
Grits are dried ground corn meal. Polenta.
I don't know if that's what they meant by hominy in 1915 tho'.
@candyagain
No! The wet hominy is dried then ground and that is grits(real grits). Once upon a time grits were regulated by the FDA and in order to be sold as grits they had to be made from hominy that had been dried. It is a lot of extra work. When that restriction fell away reputable farmers worried that shortcuts would be taken and corn meal would be sold as grits and that is exactly what happened over the years. My father had letters from servicemen begging him to send them real grits because "these people do not know the difference between corn meal and grits". He would send them cases no matter where they were in the world.
Oh wow, interesting to know! I love grits but I'll bet they are the corn meal variety. I can't remember having them as a child but I remember that can of hominy. How generous of your father to send the guys the real thing.
Another thing I remember was Karo syrups on the kitchen table -- one clear and one brown.
@candyagain
I'm sorry I missed your post.
Yes, We always had molasses on the table. My SIL was raised with Karo so mom always had Karo too when she was there for hot biscuits.
Yes, my Dad was a very generous and loving person. When he died there were so many strangers that showed up to speak with us about him. We had no idea how many he had helped until then.
He was involved with church mission projects to help out with the orphanages. One man came and said my dad had really saved his life. When his parents abandoned him and his siblings he had such low self esteem that he was suicidal when a child.
He told how my dad would make sure he had new clothes and a toy or 2 but mostly it was the fact that he thought he was worthy to spend time with and that he always came for regular visits. They would usually get a burger, play catch, make ice cream and he made sure he had some gifts to open Christmas morning.
These stories explained some of his absences. I remember asking him where he was going and he would say "I've got to go see a man about a horse" and sometimes he would reverse the saying and say, "I've got to go see a horse about a man".LOL. My mom would make cake, fried chicken etc. for him to take with him.
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