This has been a busy morning with appointments and errands, but I didn't forget about our weekly menus. I know I didn't get to it last week. And I ended up runnin' around like a chicken with my head cut off every night at supper time trying to figure out something to fix.
Enough of that. I'm back on track and making a schedule.
Monday--fried chicken, hashbrown casserole, broccoli with cheese sauce
Tuesday--baked pork chops, field peas (aka white acre peas), carrots, macaroni & cheese, biscuits
Wednesday--Cheeseburger Pie, corn, sauteed spinach
Thursday--out to eat (school funddraiser)
Friday--grilled salmon, risotto, salad
Speaking of peas for our supper, I've got a story to tell you.
Down south we love peas--field peas, black-eyed peas, crowder peas, speckled butter beans, lima beans, and lots more.
Well, my first week living in Maryland my in-laws took us out to eat at a restaurant and I was looking at the side dishes on the menu. For those of you who don't travel much, side dishes are not the same in all parts of the country or the world. My choices weren't very appealing (not one bowl of cheese grits to be found) until I spied 'peas'.
Good southern girl that I am, I asked in my friendliest voice to the waitress, "What kind of peas are they?"
She looked at me like I was the biggest idiot the world had ever seen and said in her not-so-good un-southernlike voice. PEAS. They're green. And their round.
She'd better be glad the Lord blessed me with a laid back attitude and enough grace to bring my manners all the way from Georgia. "Oh. I know what peas are. Where I come from we also know there's more than one kind."
So tomorrow night you have to cook peas. Whatever kind you want.