Vince loves sorghum! I like it too but when I was a little girl, my grandparents always had butter on the table that was soft. Heck, half the time when we got there, they handed me the churn to keep me occupied and I made butter from Old Spot’s cream! But, they had butter and they always had a pitcher of syrup on the table. I think it was Steen’s Cane Syrup, which is my absolute favorite syrup. My grandma would make biscuits and I would take a big hunk of soft butter, pour some syrup over it and mash it all together and the scoop up the butter mixture with my biscuit. And you wonder how we survived all that unhealthy food? 🙂
Vince loves biscuits and sorghum so Sunday morning I made biscuits. He pours the sorghum over his biscuits but I still mix my syrup with butter and scoop it all up with my biscuit. So, when I kick the bucket too soon, you’ll know it was the unhealthy food! 🙂
Speaking of sorghum, when we lived in Kentucky, a little town near us claimed to be the sorghum capital of the world. Vince had lived in GA in an area that produced a lot of sorghum and he loved that particular type. When we were in MO, the Amish made sorghum. One year we were even there when they were making it and serving it over homemade ice cream. We liked it ok and bought it because it was local.
But, one day I went to a location near St. Louis to teach and stayed with Darlene and her funny husband. When I started to leave, Darlene gave me a jar of Maasdam sorgham. I’ve probably got the details wrong but I think she told me the company has been in her immediate family forever and is still made on their family farm in Iowa. Vince loved it! As in true “Vince fashion”, every time he went to Iowa, he stopped at all the grocery stores in the area and bought up all the Maasdam sorghum he could find. We now have a lifetime supply.
So, Sunday, we had eggs and bacon along with our sorghum, butter and biscuits. I keep forgetting to buy grits . . we haven’t had grits since we go there. That just doesn’t seem right!
Oh, how I miss Ruby and her sisters! I don’t think I’ve made it home yet with 12 eggs from the grocery store and haven’t seen but one sign in a yard selling fresh eggs. The shells on the store bought eggs are so thin, even though I call myself checking them in the grocery store, there’s always at least one broken when I get home. That’s another reason we need to find our own place soon so we can get some baby chicks in the early spring and get them growing into layers.