I was talking last night to a new friend and co-worker, a black woman, about my secret love of Moon Pies, which is a Southern thing (she is not a native Southerner, but rather a Midwesterner). When I mentioned how much I adore greens -- mustards, turnips, collards -- she gasped. She said she had no idea white people ate them.
Really? , I said. I had never heard of greens being strictly a black thing. Then again, I grew up in the rural South. She was genuinely taken aback to hear this. She asked me, "How do you cook them?" I said I cook them down with salt pork, and eat them with cornbread. She was visibly startled, and kept saying, very sweetly, how she'd never in all her life heard of white people eating greens.
When I got home and mentioned this to my wife (who doesn't eat greens), she said that it might be a Texas vs. the South thing. My wife, a Texas native who grew up in Dallas, said white people around here really don't eat greens. I can't help wondering if that's true in rural Texas. Or are greens strictly something that poor and working-class Southerners, black and white, eat? I will say that when I was growing up in Louisiana, greens were something our parents (most of whom had grown up in the Depression or just after it) ate, but that we -- white kids, I mean -- thought were awful. I didn't start eating them until I was an adult, and now a mess of turnips is one of my favorite things. So I'm wondering if greens-eating is a legacy of the culture of the poor rural South, and it was taken north by African-Americans who migrated there, whose descendants may not realize that down South, eating greens is not a racial thing, but a class thing. Or was. Who knows? Do you?
Man, I'm hungry now.

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Someone correct me if need be. The way they told me: Dry corn is soaked in lye water (or wood ashes in water). The kernels swell up and split yielding a puffy, semi-soft kernel called Hominy (I believe the American Indians started it). Once dried, the hominy is ground into a meal called hominy grits, now just grits.
One Monday morning the operating engineer picked me up. He ran the manlift on the north side of the St. Lucie Unit One reactor building during construction. Elzie (?) was from maybe Fort Lauderdale. We stopped in Jensen Beach at a small diner for breakfast. He ordered two eggs sunny side up, bacon, and grits. When served he mashed the eggs and squirted a big shot of catsup and stirred his grits in with the rest. As his guest, I followed suit and have liked that combo every since.
Poke usually grows wild. While young and tender, the leaves are cooked various ways. The older folks'd say, "Eat them greens, boy. They'll clean yore guts out." They were often used as a spring "tonic" correctly known as a purgative, when consumed in too great quantities. At least they did me. I've been told that the older plants are poisonous. Ever hear that?
anonymous wrote:"...The only greens my mother refused to serve was poke. My maternal grandfather evidently loved it, but my mother thought poke was disgustingly slimy.
I don't remember her ever cooking creasy greens. Creasies weren't available in a supermarket. Poorer kids would pick semi-wild creasy greens wherever they could find them and try to sell them door-to-door. Mom never bought any...I'm sorry she never cooked them. The best greens I ever ate were creasy greens, served at a midwinter pot luck supper held by the Ft. Blackmore Ruritan Club in the mid-1980s. The best texture and flavor you can imagine.
ANONYOUS, What are CREASY GREENS? Was that a LOCAL term maybe?
An otherwise great cook I know insists on boiling turnip greens one time and serving them. She loves'em that way but they're way too bitter for my taste. Others have told me, "Pour off the FIRST boil water and boil'em again." Others say, "Tell'er to put a little sugar in when she boils'em." Any comments here?
My dad poured vinegar on greens.
WARNING: It may be a threat to your health & domestic tranquility to try and tell some gals how to cook greens.>
First, yeah, first you soak the hominy in lye, and if you leave it all puffed up, its just hominy. Some eat it that way too. You sometimes see it on the more extravagently furnished salad bars. Grind it up, you get hominy grits. (Wonder if the name has to do with the same kind of 'grit' that is the stone dust you'd get while grinding something.)
Never did ketchup with my grits, but did with the 'Hoppin' Johns', which my mother insisted we eat at least on New Years Eve. That is black eyed peas, onions, rice and 'cracklins', which is pretty much pork skin fried /very/ crisp. I hated the black eyed peas portion, but could down a few spoonfuls with enough ketchup. *grin*
My grandfather in Key West used to eat a breakfast that involved the usual eggs, bacon, and also the bread fried in the bacon grease. He lived to his 80's. Of course, he also did, most of his life, very hard, grinding physical labor, so I don't suggest that diet to anyone who's idea of getting physical is a half hour of cardio three times a week. *laugh*
Never heard of 'creasy' greens, but.. there's alot of local lingo out there. Could be one of those.
But I also heard that poke was poisonous if not prepared right.>
Ooh, the Internet is a wonderful thing.
Did a search on creasy greens. Found a section on 'specialty greens'.
Garden Cress. A peppery salad green that sprouts in 24 hours. Which means, like most greens, its probably easy to plant, grows quick, and cheap and plentiful to fix. And, I'll add, most of them are at least not unhealthy, and the 'dark greens' are actually very healthy. (Things like Iceberg lettuce falls under 'well, at least its not bad for you.)>
Oh and that was me. Don't know why it sometimes wants to post anonymous.
Anyone else think it'd be great to have a list of your blog responses on your profile list so that you can tell when there's been responses there too?
(With an additional option to have it fall off the list when the originating post is eliminated. Be nice to just check my profile to see if there's any responses.)>
I was raised in Danville, VA. My Mom would send me out to pick "creasy greens". I would find most of them in a field that had been cultivated but not planted or had not been used that year for planting. The creasy had small round leaves and taste like turnip greens, but a little hot. When they went to seed the stalk and flowers looked a lot like turnip stalk and flowers. I thought Mom and I were the only people that knew about them. I have never met anyone until I read this blog, that had ever heard of "Creasy Greens".
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