Let me start off by saying right up front, I need to check my pride at the door; my claim to fame growing up a country girl, for the first ten years of my life on my beloved farm has been compromised. Not that it’s not true because it is, I lived on a farm…..we had a out house and all! It’s time now to repent from all my ….” Thank God I’m a country girl!” (John Denver and all)…bragging about the splendid life I once lived on the farm. I thought I had street cred but really it was fake news!
To further explain, it was a farm with horses and cows; chickens, pigs and a big ole’ garden and in that garden there were a variety of vegetables, corn, beans, etc. etc! We also had a odd plant named turnip greens (as well as mustard greens, all things green) but because I was immature at the time and the insanely stinking smell they make as they cooked I judged these odd leaf, they have to be bitter and weird things… completely and utterly wrong. Today I repent! Today I must give credit where credit is due… all you crazy people who laughed at me for turning up my pointy nose in the air at the thought of eating greens.. YA’ LL WERE RIGHT! Please forgive me…I was wrong once again.
So forgive me, please…. my dear Granny Maxwell and my lovely Momma, you tried to tell me first, I only liked the raw turnips, given enough salt I loved them. You did your best to convince me, I tend to be stubborn( comes as a shock I know!). But honestly you can’t blame me, the house stunk sooooooo badly! Then, on to all the school lunch ladies and country restaurant owners who I have snubbed through the years. Of course slopping all my food on top of itself was cruel so I’m only partly sorry to y’all! Next up is my sweet preacher man who loves them and I have never cooked them for him, I am forever sorry, I was a brat! (By the way, no repenting needed for Salmon Patties, I have eaten those and they are gross, all those little tiny bones (ewe) and they stink even worse and I’m not cooking them, I still maintain my stand on those!) thank you for eating them tonight and liking them and encouraging me to try them, as usual you were right!
Then to my sweet friends here in the ‘burg…. the precious ladies who “shop Amish” for me, bringing me all sorts of garden fare, even teaching me to can green beans… you know who you are, the particular turnip green gals are Glynda and Lois. I listened to y’all and took a chance and with a little bit of Vinegar (eek!) I tried them and WOWIE! They were freakishly great, the tart vinegar mixed with the weird bitter-ish greens, I just don’t know why but I liked them!
My preacherman quizzed my on how I can love cabbage in every way shape and form, it stinks to high heaven….yet snub greens to which I had no answer… seems crazy even to me now, but I can add that greens are a certain taste that I now know would be dandy with beans and cornbread; I get it now……ugh I am just so sad that I let all those years pass by ignoring the greens. I’m sure my granny Maxwell and my Momma are rolling their eyes (in heaven) right about now, but I can now say with pride, honestly and finally without malice…… thank God I’m a county girl!