SE Nebraska, Near Misery and Cans Ass! | We had a lot of cornbread and mush growing up. I still make fried mush but Mom took corn meal and water and salt and mixed it with a wire hand mixer until it just stuck together and then fried it in butter. It would get bits of crispy in it but would still be crumbly. I ate it with milk and sugar. Dad ate it with coffee and sugar or , fasten your seat belts, Dill pickle juice. I always knew when the pickle jar got empty we would soon have what I remember Mom calling Ripple. I've tried to duplicate it but I can't come close. Mine always falls apart. Anyone know what I'm talking about? |
Fried corn meal?
