tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115005019733614660.post5598441799608139192..comments2024-03-09T15:40:26.097-06:00Comments on CollectIn Texas Gal: AtoZ Letter K ~ Kitchen BestsSue McPeakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927975578544675345noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115005019733614660.post-17290721210767282482015-04-13T16:45:35.604-05:002015-04-13T16:45:35.604-05:00We had a neighborhood butcher growing up. The chic...We had a neighborhood butcher growing up. The chicken was already dead and plucked. I am pretty sure it was gutted but still somewhat whole. I would watch, in fascination, as the butcher cut away the feet and the head. Then the fun started, as the butcher would try to sneak parts on the scale that my Mom didn't want and "Mom" would catch him. All was well at the end, when the cut up chicken would be wrapped in butcher paper. Mom would then make the most delicious dish by putting the skin in a frying pan, with lots of onions. The skin would render out its fat and become so crispy and then there were the onions! And yes, TV during meals was forbidden. Alana - ramblinwitham.blogspot.combookwormhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06589840841266507266noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115005019733614660.post-17463744169565551952015-04-13T09:34:19.500-05:002015-04-13T09:34:19.500-05:00No okra in our Northeast home. But my mom liked li...No okra in our Northeast home. But my mom liked lima beans. Ugh. I had to eat 4. No pushing around the plate or hiding them. Otherwise, our kitchen was a no TV zone too. Conversation lit up the meals. Joannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11604494404874408870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115005019733614660.post-83400235789664194752015-04-13T06:21:07.351-05:002015-04-13T06:21:07.351-05:00"Waste not - want not" was my mother'..."Waste not - want not" was my mother's favorite saying. She also loved okra but never cooked it herself so I managed to avoid that slimy stuff unless someone slipped it into soup.Wendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17863357756727783017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115005019733614660.post-40328130852375168452015-04-13T05:22:00.567-05:002015-04-13T05:22:00.567-05:00Hi Sue .. we were waste not want not too .. but th...Hi Sue .. we were waste not want not too .. but thankfully we were not subjected to 'layers of gobby fat and guts'!! The kitchens always seem to be the gathering places ... though ours weren't that conducive to eating in - we did as a family .. but with guests we'd have spread out ... once my mother moved to Cornwall then .. the kitchen was the gathering place - as too in many homes.<br /><br />I'm glad you've still got all your limbs today! And I bet the fryer isn't on the menu too much .. cheers HilaryHilary Melton-Butcherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17596532480645510678noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115005019733614660.post-7635858652362177832015-04-13T04:25:04.976-05:002015-04-13T04:25:04.976-05:00"layers of globby fat and guts" - you ma..."layers of globby fat and guts" - you make it sound so attractive! Eeewwww. Parties always end up in the kitchen around here - it's just the way of things :)<br />Tasha<br /><a href="http://tashasthinkings.blogspot.co.uk/" rel="nofollow">Tasha's Thinkings</a> | <a href="http://www.wittegenpress.com/wp_main/blog" rel="nofollow">Wittegen Press</a> | <a href="http://fantasyboysxxx.blogspot.co.uk/" rel="nofollow">FB3X (AC)</a>Tasha Duncan-Drakehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12591239019422681163noreply@blogger.com