Food and Memories

I fix food, and all kinds of things come to mind.


After I was going to fix a can of chili some way for lunch today, then realizing Older Son ate these last few days what I had on hand, I ended up opening a can of butter beans. Now that sounds like "not much," but I like them (same way as other beans sometimes) over buttered bread. So that was my cheap, filling, easy, tasty lunch.


But ... BUTTER BEANS ... brought a memory to mind.


This was back when I was a young adult still at home before I was married. In years before, Mom and Dad had enjoyed playing Scotch Foursomes out at the golf course on Tuesday nights. Well, as time went on, Mom's knee gave her fits and she couldn't play anymore, so Dad took his niece with him as his golfing partner for the foursomes. So on those nights, Mom and I would often go up to the Branding Iron and eat supper out.


I remember oftentimes getting a big taco salad. Mom and I would enjoy eating and yakking.


Oh wait ... this is the butter bean part. I get so mixed up in my old age!!! (49)


The butter beans were a NOON thing, because they were a special. Oh yeah! So THIS is when I ate the butter beans, in the same place with the same company (with Dad added). Sometimes for noon hour, Dad and I would have Mom meet us there at the Branding Iron and we'd eat dinner together. Yeah, I remember now. And once in awhile, they had butter beans for a special. They'd bring out a BIG bowl of butter beans, a big hunk of cornbread, and a big slice of raw onion. Now, I don't care for raw onion, but I got to chopping the onion up real fine in my beans and cornbread, and it WASN'T BAD.


So butter beans make me think of the Branding Iron, Mom and Dad, and eating that raw onion ... in a round-about way!