Ooooh. I’m in heaven…

Last night, I cooked up the ham hock that was left over from Christmas dinner with some soup beans.

This morning, I whipped up a pan of corn bread and I’m currently enjoying a small slice of heaven for lunch.

I truly don’t understand why my wife doesn’t like this (just the city girl in her I suppose), but that just means there’s more for me.

Pardon me for a few minutes while I indulge my taste buds for a while.

Update WOW that was good. I really shouldn’t but I think I may have just a piece of that corn bread with some butter on it. Just too good to pass up. I need to make corn bread more often. MMMMMM! /Update

6 thoughts on “Ooooh. I’m in heaven…

  1. Ham, beans and cornbread have been a New Year's Day tradition in my family going back at least three generations.

    There's nothing better, IMHO. Enjoy!

  2. My dad used to tell stories about how, when he was a kid growing up in a very poor, very large farming family, they would have times during the winter when all they had to eat for weeks at a time was cornbread and soup beans.

    He still loved it and it was a regular feature of our menu when I was growing up on our family farm, even though we were solidly middle-class.

    Since I've lived in the city most of my adult life, pretty much the only time I have it any more is when I just decide to make some for myself…generally at some point early in the year using the remnant of the Christmas ham.

    Since my wife doesn't like it, I just don't make it often…which probably makes it even more enjoyable on the rare occasion that I do.

    Good, solid country fare. Simple, to the point, sticks to your ribs and VERY tasty.

  3. Curt, we are cornbread eaters here in Louisiana. My wife makes the best black-skillet buttermilk cornbread in these hyar Nunited States!

    Her Momma was an Okie, and her older aunts and uncles would NEVER eat beans & hock. For too many years (during dust bowl days), that was breakfast, lunch, and dinner out on the farm in rural Oklahoma.

    I love 'em myself. But, I guess it's all a matter of overload.

  4. My dad was kind of funny about certain things.

    He refused to wear jeans for years. He finally relented about, Oh, 1995 and started wearing them occasionally, but up until then he just wouldn't do it.

    When he was growing up, jeans were what poor people wore because they couldn't afford "decent" clothes.

    It didn't matter to him one whit that the jeans cost more than the "dickies" style pants he preferred, he wouldn't wear them because he wasn't poor and didn't want to look like he was.

    He also always carried at least $200 in cash on him at all times. If he spent any of it, he'd hit the bank first chance he got and replenish.

    It was because his family was so poor, they never seemed to have two nickels to rub together so, by golly, now that he had money, he was going to carry enough of it that he could buy what he wanted, when he wanted (within reason, of course). This was before the days of bank cards. He had a credit card but it was only for emergencies and checks were only used that to pay bills through the mail…for face to face transactions, cash was king in our world.

    But as far as food went, he loved the kinds of food that he grew up with. Greens, beans, cornbread, okra, hominy, grits, fresh picked berries and Rhubarb pie, etc etc etc.

    The phobia about things that meant you were poor didn't affect his eating habits in the least.

    By The Way…in the post, when I said "pan" of corn bread, what I should have said was "skillet".

    It isn't really corn bread if it isn't cooked in well seasoned cast iron.

    There is no substitute.

  5. Curt,

    Great minds must think alike — I cooked up our leftover Christmas dinner ham hock with soup beans a couple of days ago. Yum.

    As you said, good, simple, tasty country fare.

    Although reading about it is making me hungry. 🙂

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