~ The pieces are all sewn together, stitched with love.........and a quilt tells a story and the story is our past ~

The Arrowood family immigrated from England to Maryland in the 1700's. They went south, eventually settling in the mountains of North Carolina. Later , some went further south, into the Piedmont of North Carolina, in search of work and a better way of life.

I am in search of my family.

I search for those that came before me, and lived their lives as best they could. I am in search of their stories, how they lived, and how they loved.

I shared this love of seeking the past with my Dad, sharing each new finding with him, the thrill in his heart intermingling with mine. I continue this search in his honor, and hope to know these people of ours when I join up with them all in heaven.

~ Steve Lewis Arrowood 1932-2008 ~

Come with me, back to a simpler time and place. A place far removed from the hectic pace of today. To a time when life was hard, but the rewards were great. When your quality of life was determined by your own sweat, your own toil, and your own ingenuity.

Would you like a glass of sweet tea? Let's sit out on the porch where we will catch the sweetly scented breeze of summertime. Maybe Grandma will fry up some of her wonderful chicken... Time slows here.


"We shape our lives not by what we carry with us, but what we leave behind."

~You live as long as you are remembered.~

"Our most treasured family heirlooms are our sweet family memories. " Author: Unknown

"But those who came before us will teach you. They will teach you from the wisdom of former generations."


Arrowood Family

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Fried Green Tomatoes ~ Grandma's Way

My Grandmother could cook and cook well. Nothing tasted like it did at Grandma's.

She would take green tomatoes right off the vine, right out of her garden patch.

She would slice those tomatoes thinly and coat with a mixture of corn meal, flour, and salt and pepper. She had her cast iron skillet hot and piping, always at just the right temperature. She used enough oil to coat the pan, but not enough that it covered the tomatoes. A couple of spoons of bacon drippings were added to the pan.

How she knew she had it the right temperature, I cannot tell you, there was never any water droplets dropped into her pan to test for readiness, I can tell you that!

The tomato slices were coated well and dropped gingerly into that hot oil in the frying pan and the aroma would arise in the bubbling, that just about 'made your tongue slap out your brains', so to speak. GRIN.

They were fried up, to a perfect golden brown, crispy, crunchy, perfection, then they were ladled out to rest and cool on a platter. They were then sprinkled lightly with sugar, just enough to pinch together with your thumb and forefinger, and sprinkle over.

My goodness, the tastebuds are alive, just writing about this.

Savory. Crunchy. Tart. Tangy. Sweet. Salty.

That taste that gets you in your jaw area. Yes. That kind of taste.

All of that and more. Oh my.

Letting the tomatoes ripen is going to be hard for me this season....

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