Working was his hobby.
Don't get me wrong, he loved to talk to people and to pick on them, but never did he tary long. He had things to do.
When fall arrived, and winter was near, Daddy loved to pick up nuts, and crack them in his rocking chair by the gas hearter, after supper.
Each night, as he came to the house from the shop, where he cut my wood for me to paint, he would wander toward the orchard to pick up a pocket full of pecans.
With two cooks in the house, we knew how blessed we were to have a never ending supply of pecans!
When our tobacco barn burned several years ago, Daddy was kindly trying to make sure the fireman kept the GOOD Pecan tree watered, because the barn could not be saved, but the tree could produce.
I laughed at him, but he was right!
Today, as I was trying to get Charcoal to come back to the house, I stood 8 feet away, screaming at him, as he ignored me. It drives me crazy!!
When he finally decided to acknowledge my presence on the earth, we were walking back, when I stopped to get a stick to throw, and I saw a Pecan on the ground. I had no idea there was a Pecan Tree there!
We got back inside and enjoyed the roast/carrots/potatoes/onion/celery I had cooked on this chilly morning.
He took a nap and I putzed. As the day was drawing dark, I decided to go see if there were pecans at the GOOD tree.
There was one...then another. I decided to try to get 100! I got approximately 112, in case one or two were bad, and, well, there were one or two bad ones! 😁😂🤣😃
Yep, like momma, I count stuff! 🤤
I am so excited to have a quart bag of mostly, pecan halves.
It felt so good to feel like I spent the day with Momma and Daddy, doing something that was so special to them.
Making memories out of memories.♡
All of this kinda goes along with my Facebook post about what was in your refrigerator when you grew up?
I had a friend ask HOW to make pimento cheese.
Well, y'all know that I don't measure stuff, but maybe this can get you there.
Pimento Cheese was always made with American Cheese, at my house.