HELLO FRIENDS
- Wade Peebles
- Dec 10, 2025
- 4 min read
It seems that changing this daily post a bit, was not well received by most of you. Moving to the title, "Hello Friends," and making the time frame for its daily appearance sort of a floating thing, killed...(maybe I should use the term un-alived required by current stupidity)...the popularity of it all. The first of the new type, like this one yesterday, got only four comments! I won't pull the plug on it right away but hopefully it will return to prosperity, as to numbers of readers. Now and then I make myself laugh well, and I did that yesterday with the image I had made up of me being prep-shaved for the heart cath procedure of the day before. I had to stop going back and laughing over it, I hope you enjoyed it as well as I did. Let's switch topics now to food. I made polenta mush at supper, thick and buttery, along with some very good smoked sausages, and buttered, toasted English muffins with blackberry jam. Now, don't start hollerin' at me about fats and cholesterol, I had company for supper, and I ate one smoked sausage, one toasted muffin, and one helping of mush. I put the remainder of the mush, after we had eaten, in the refrigerator and will make fried mush tonight. You know, ya cut it into squares, dip it in egg, and fry it in butter. It is very good fixed that way. I was thinking about how good fried chicken was when it was salted and peppered, rolled in flour, and fried in a skillet, only half submerged in oil, allowed to cook on one side, then "forked over," to fry on the other side. It was fried chicken at its simplest, and was fine eating indeed. of course in our "more is better" world today, a hen has to wear heavy Martha White all purpose flour makeup, spice herself up with hot sauce, roll in an egg wash maybe even one of her own hen fruits. And that my friend seems to me, to be very disrespectful, to dip a fryin' hen in her own egg! I am still on my quest to discover the best smoked sausages, and I have had some vey good smoked sausages but none exactly like the ones mama cooked when were growing up. I have mentioned this before but here I go again, lamenting the loss of Pocahontas or Sunshine brands of pickled peaches. Granny always had them on the Sunday dinner table, and we loved them, and the juice was good when it ran and got on your chicken or porkchop. You can't find commercially produced pickled peaches, or even the similar but inferior "spiced peaches" in recent years. Those and the old time oil sausages in those gallon cans of sausages in oil, of course, that is why they called them "oil sausages!" I am not alone in pining for Pocahontas or Sunshine brand pickled, whole peaches. I thought I had hit paydirt online when I saw Margaret Holmes brand pickled peaches, but found those too were discontinued.
Evidently not enough customers bought them to make it profitable. I understand why oil sausages went away, because they sure were an acquired taste. Like your first beer, it was bitter and not delicious at all. After a few, they tasted much better! I am going to admit something here, about something I have never eaten, and that is home-canned fresh pork sausage. I know I could order them from peach producers who make them in limited batches, or could pickle them myself, or get others to give me a jar of their homemade ones. That would be okay, but I want to be able to buy them at the grocery store, so they would be common enough to eat them as often as we did at Sunday dinner. You know, eat them, toss the jar away and get another jar next week when buying groceries. There are some things that I won't eat because I like them so well that I do not want a few, or a small amount, I want to gorge on them, ya know, eat'em ALL! For instance, you have some boiled peanuts you are enjoying, and you offer me some, well, I will decline because having a polite few would not be a good thing to me. Gimme all of them, or none. You know I am prolific jester, but this is actually almost the complete truth. I would not ever want to be in a situation where you held your bag of fries toward me offering me a few, because I might grab them and run! Okay, I can't run but I would hobble quickly dang you. It is your fault, you should know better than to offer me a small sample, and expect me to thank you! I might even start biting. I will end with an additional, bit of bonus humor regarding food and family. When were young boys, me and my older bro, Joseph generally got along very well, he was a good big brother. Uhm, well, Randall not so much, lordy do not let him read this! Just kidding, Rambo. I was the youngest, Randall a year older than me, and Joseph a year older than Randall. It was family tradition that me, the baby, got the last of some things like french fries left after all of us had our share, so to speak. Once Saturday dinner of chili dogs and fries that mama always fixed for us on Saturday at dinner. Joe sat across from me, and was eyeballing the fries that were left on the platter. I could read his mind, and replied to his look by saying, "those are mine." A bit angered, he asked, "why do you always get the rest of them?" I answered him with the best answer known to boyhood, and lacking any verisimilitude, replied with gentle assurance, "because I like them better than y'all do." It was so subjective as to murder any objectivity anywhere nearby! Dear bro Joe, was apoplectic almost. He yelled, "how do you know you like anything more than anyone else!" You don't know how much I like something!" I said, "your are right, I don't know, but I do know that I like them better than you do." Poor Joseph. Bless his heart.
Numbers 6: 24-26, KJV
we boyz three, babee conway, lil mele, & me
Hope you had a Great Thanksgiving and you fed the boyz well. I know you did cause they are your babies! You make me hungery just talking about all that good food of days ago but I never heard of Polenta mush unless it is dressing of some sort. I did love those pickled peaches with about 6 in the jar I could eat all of them at one meal! I miss you WadeyPoo and you never CHAT!
When we had family dinners, the children were sent outside to play while the men ate. They always ate first and had their pick of the chicken parts. They also got to eat as much as they liked and no one said anything about saving a piece or two for the little chillren... I always tell everyone that I was 18 years old before I realized that a chicken had parts other than necks and backs. But, we never saw the other parts, so I guess what we didn't know didn't hurt us. Now when a family dinner is held the chillren eat first! I guess I miss being first both "coming and going", so to speak.
Funny but probably true as with most siblings. My husband was the youngest if five and always talks about the plate if friend chicken being passed around the table and he usually ended up with a wing. I was the oldest of three and u usually got a thigh. The things we remember..
Well as the baby of my mama and the baby of my dady, I sure was not the preferred child 🤣. Peaches I like fresh not canned. I like your postings and the title or time of day of posting is not a problem for me.