tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36183952.post4641996336004460930..comments2024-03-27T12:20:38.538-05:00Comments on JUST ME: RememberingDonna. Whttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393352099473686196noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36183952.post-58954180309482678792009-06-03T20:24:03.227-05:002009-06-03T20:24:03.227-05:00It was the very sam eat our house Donna...mama alw...It was the very sam eat our house Donna...mama always said she loved the back and neck and the odd assortmnet of "innards"! God bless all their good old hearts...all the ones who did without so that their children may have.<br />love,<br />carleneCarlene Nogglehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10142717001293178461noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36183952.post-50307894346516785302009-06-03T12:17:29.890-05:002009-06-03T12:17:29.890-05:00It was about the same with my family. My mom and ...It was about the same with my family. My mom and dad love those odd parts and pieces too!<br />Good memories...I'm mostly known as 'MA'https://www.blogger.com/profile/12107548726472541669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36183952.post-54732902139725166822009-06-03T09:58:48.485-05:002009-06-03T09:58:48.485-05:00My Grandmother liked the neck too... but there wer...My Grandmother liked the neck too... but there were only three of them in the family so she might actually have meant it. My Mother seldom served chicken or rice when I was growing up apparently because those things were more often available during WWII than others and she got sick of them.Hyperblogalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05617626477611807412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36183952.post-30376563127309822152009-06-03T09:35:48.145-05:002009-06-03T09:35:48.145-05:00I remember Mama trying to make me eat green peas (...I remember Mama trying to make me eat green peas (called them English peas) at Grandma's house but Grandma said I didn't have to. I detested them and now I like them. I also like chicken wings and never did before. You always have a way of bringing back the memories.Paulahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04007728342316668058noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36183952.post-42249559613553496582009-06-03T09:28:02.575-05:002009-06-03T09:28:02.575-05:00I like chicken gizzards and livers but not the rub...I like chicken gizzards and livers but not the rubbery ones everybody loves so much from "go chicken go", neck is just too much work.kcmeeshahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16640259113083899984noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36183952.post-86388858950982084152009-06-03T08:55:46.581-05:002009-06-03T08:55:46.581-05:00I believe you are right about your theory. There ...I believe you are right about your theory. There were five of us growing up. We also grew everything we ate. There were no grocery store trips except for flour & sugar. Those were hard times, but they were good times also.Holliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02731060504909592779noreply@blogger.com