Every season has it’s flavors. The end of summer, when the corn is full and the tassels brown, is the time for Chicken Corn Soup. As a child I remember my Grandmother gathering quart mason jars to take with us to the local church fair. I don’t know what kind of car she had, but I remember one with running boards (that was before she got the hot red Thunderbird). We’d bump along the dirt road from the farm to the black top, eventually turning off onto a steep winding hill, heading down to the bottom and the Paddletown Church Chicken Corn Soup Festival. On the church lawn, not far from the headstones, sat a huge iron kettle of soup, cooking over an open fire. There may have been other things to eat, chicken maybe, and corn, but what I taste, when I think of those times, is the soup. Bowls to eat there, and jars filled for later. "Careful" my Grandmother would instruct the server, " don’t screw the lids on tightly ’til the soup cools." There were games. I wonder if anyone still runs a three legged race? Some of the kids would walk in the cemetery. We all had relatives there. We’d read out the names, calculate ages, and try to figure out familial relationships. Funny thing, memory, and what kinds of things are triggers.. a nip in the air, a good ear of corn..the first red leaf..
My father once remarked that everyone has their own "ethnic" food. He’s right. Bet you can guess what’s for dinner.
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15 responses to “seasonal flavor”
What wonderful memories! My memories are triggered similarly. I can also conjer up olfactory ones to go along with them. And vice-versa. You’ve really been dyeing up a storm! Lovely colors! Oh the soup? Care to share the recipe?
Yum! Ditto on the recipe.
I love soup and I’ve made quite a bit this summer with vegetables from the CSA. It’s all in the freezer and I know it will be wonderful to eat when the weather turns cold. Thanks for sharing your memories. And your new yarns look gorgeous and fall-like.
What beautiful pictures–both the yarn and the memories! Sounds like my hometown.
Your pictures from the last two posts are beautiful. And the soup sounds yummy.
Oh those colors make my heart sing.. I’m a true Fall girl. Really nice work, Judy. Oh, and set another place for dinner. ***grin***
I love those kind of memories. Hopefully I can give some like that to my daughter.
Chicken Corn Soup? Sounds good.
Psst, I have an actual walk posted on a Wednesday! Shocking, I know.
I wish that picture was landscape-oriented so I could set it as my desktop picture and have it take up the whole screen! WOW. Fabulous colors!
I was like the Queen of three legged races when I was younger. So awesome. And the soup sounds fantastic, but the memories were the ones that made me smile. I too think that the colors of fall are some of my favorites, and those yarns are gorgeous. The little hummingbird that likes my yard just zoomed up to the windows and made eye contact as if to say “so long for another summer! See you next year!” Hello Autumn.
What nice memories you have to treasure 🙂 So true what your father said, I never thought of it that way. Your yarn is breathtaking!
Can I just buy all those to hang up at my house? Then I won’t feel guilty for not knitting my last purchase yet.
oh my, those colors!
Never had chicken corn soup but it sounds real good !
Oh the colors that come out of your dye pot ! They are beautiful !
The yarn is beautiful, and the soup sounds wonderful. Another awesome post.
You packed a lot into that post: sweet memories, good food, and striking autumn colors.
My best friend & I always won (Jr hi – hi school, imagine!) We had it down to a science. It helped that we were the same height.
Yes, people still run the three legged race, field day at school and usually the local SummerFest.