Sometimes the Southern girl just needs to cook a dinner appropriate to her location. So, we're having Hoppin' John tonight. Along with it, we'll have cornbread baked in iron skillets, and some green onions from the store. Yankee husband isn't so excited, though. He gave me a *look* when I told him what we were having for dinner. He'll eat it, just won't be asking for seconds.It's good for him to feel this way. Keeps him in line, you know?!!
The rice is simmering, the black-eyed peas were cooked earlier this afternoon and are ready, and the sausage (that Polish sort) is simmering in, yet another, iron skillet (I have 6 total) along with some Rotel tomatoes/bell pepper/banana pepper from the garden/onion/garlic and it all smells plain dishy.
Can't wait. Oh, for a good book that'll have you drooling, read Bailey White's Quite a Year for Plums. The first time I read it, I had to slip in a bookmark and whip up some cornbread, onions and sliced tomatoes---and that in the middle of the afternoon. I'm not kidding either. I really did that. Pure yum-ness.
