If you have read my blog at all you should have figured out I am not a domestic type woman..
My dear hubby of over 20 years is a southerner through and through.
Never mind that he has lived up north with me for over half his life, evidently it something you don’t lose, like the accent.
For years I have heard him lament the loss of great southern cooking
Ham and Beans
Whoa is him who is lost up here with us corn fed yanks.
The only thing I have attempted to make is his stupid beans like his mom made.
Try asking said mom for advice and the only answer you get is:
It takes all day and is “easy”.
I haven’t attempted it many times over the years.
Probably 10, maybe less.
But last week, I decided I was going to crack the code.
I researched gobs of recipes on the internet.
I took the most common denominator of each recipe and cooked the stinky things all day.
Below convo is the result of your true blue yank diva’s hard work.
Him: Wow they smell great
Me: Do they look like your moms
Him: They do.
Me: Oh yay try some.
Him: They taste just like hers
Me: They do?
Him: Yes exactly like moms
Me Oh YAY
Me Why do you look so stupid then?
Him: Erm I just remembered, I always cried when we had beans.
Me: You cried? From Joy?
Him: No, I cried because I didn’t want to eat them
Him: Yeah, I remember that she made them but I forgot that I hated them.
Me: Did you cry because she stuck a fork in your head?