I had a few tomatoes left over from the salsa so thought I would try my grandmothers stewed tomatoes. Not as good as hers of course....she would open up a jar of canned tomatoes, add some butter and sugar and a slice or two of white bread and cook a few minutes. Mae Utley always made these for me when we had a potluck at the Melvindale church. She was from Kentucky too.....Later that day one of my neighbors came over and I asked him if he ever had "stewed" tomatoes. He said yes, at a little place in Covington, Kentucky that had the best food he ever tasted.
This is the poke salad fruit but if you see any, don't eat it. I think it is poison to us at this stage. But the birds love it.
When my mother, Emma, came to live in Michigan, she complained that there was no poke salad for spring cooking. We transplanted some for her and now it is all over this neighborhood. I always think of her and leave a plant grow for the birds. You can only eat it when it first comes up in the spring. And of course you cook it with bacon grease.Happy Wednesday everyone, I will have some dolls tomorrow.
