can you tell me where you used to get yours? maybe I can fetch them for you if you can tell me where. I am going to be going down that way sometime - I love to Christmas shop that Smithfield shopping area. (Randall is "Big Dogs" size!)
did you get the seeds, or the plants, at Logans? at the Farmer's Market, right? just tell me which to get. If you can tell me how to cook them so they are "tangy, not bitter" I'll get them to you, Lavina.
I never liked my mom's. Recently my daughter, of all people, talked me into trying some at 42 Street Oyster Bar and they were divine! they had a wonderful tang to them, no bitterness at all.
Now whenever Mom or Dad go to Duke Medical Center, I volunteer to drive them and we'll stop at Bullocks for barbeque and collards. Or my friend, who has my 2nd iris garden over near the Neuse River, and I have them at Knightdale Seafood and Barbeque.
talked to Pat recently? can never reach her on the phone, but she found me a couple days back. She's been sick again, on her 9th course of antibiotics, she says. but they've moved into a rental house a couple houses down the street from their dear church buddies, and she's in heaven for that! I know it's a burden off Roy's shoulders to have her happy.
Does anyone live near there that would be willing to go get seeds? I've been trying to get hold of these ever since my Grandma passed away 15 years ago :( I miss her so much and she loved these collards, saved her own seed year after year.
Boy she could cook some collards, too.
oops, completely forgot to write what I started to write to begin with - Lavina, I'm going to POSSIBLY - not for certain yet - go up towards Hillsborough. someone on craigslist is offering collard starts at a decent price per dozen. I've emailed and asked "are they cabbage collards?" and the answer was "yes, some folks call these cabbage collards". think I should take a chance? that's just as far as Smithfield.
I can never get mine to taste as good as hers. But I don't have the right kind of collards either LOL so that's strike one from the get go.
She would put big chunks of smoked ham in, and the skin from the ham along with the hambone. She always said not to use a smoked picnic because it wouldn't be as good.
I could never get my mustard greens to tase as good as hers either. She would put cornmeal dumplings in those and lord have mercy...my aggravating dumplings never hold together like hers and just don't have the same texture somehow. I wish I'd paid more attention to how she made them when I was young but I was more interested in inheriting her green thumb back then.
People around here plant something they call cabbage collards but it's not the same ones. I tried those and they don't even look right when they're growing. I think they're really the Morris Heading collards. Real cabbage collards are lighter colored and more tender and mild tasting.
Bonnie, you are bad. And while I'm saying that I have 2 who were thrown away.
My last ditch bunny was supposed to be another German Shepherd thurns out he's a rockweilder mix. But he's a honey just way to short.LOLO
what I started to say was, Randall had had a calico kitten when he was stationed in Scotland. He was trying to get a date with this gal, and she asked him if he'd like a kitten. He figured on getting a date. But the reason she was giving the kitten away was she was shipping out in 12 hours, so he never got the girl, doesn't remember her name. He had the cat for 17 years and mourned for 3 years at her passing. hasn't accepted a cat since.
Conned him into going with me down to Lucama, just above Kenly. I took the kitten in my arms, walked up to him, handed her off to him, he was greeting her warmly when I told him she was his Christmas present, if he wanted her and liked her, that she didn't have a home, and that, this time, he got the girl first. From now on I wanted to be part of that story. On the drive home, he named her Faith because she greeted him nose to nose then curled up in his arms like she had faith she was meant to be here.
That's the way she's been since. She acts like she's always meant to be here. She doesn't try to bolt the door, but it's been raining since she got here. And, though we were told she was a barn cat, she went to the litter box he made her, scratched, and used it. so she had a home at one time and knows the ropes. She's a wee thing, doubt she's six months old yet. Boy is she hungry.
The dog's name is Hope. The jokes and puns are running deep. "Where's Faith?" "Don't know, but Hope's gone too." "Do you have Faith?" "nope, and I don't have Hope either."