January 13 '07 |
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Volume 554 |
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Lasses And
Molasses By Ralph Jones
After having read most of what Mr. Carter
has written in the Ridge
Rider Newsabout Golden Eagle Syrup, I want to add my two cents
worth to the adoration of this wonderfully sweet elixir. Whether you enjoy
molasses, syrup, or something in between, its all good. I enjoy "Golden
Eagle" myself and have a jar in our cupboard now.
Having grown up there in Pontotoc, molasses and syrups were a staple on our
table. We usually ate some kind of molasses several mornings each week. There
was nothing more delectable than molasses or syrup over some of Moms
delicious biscuits and real cow butter (much of which was milked and churned
by yours truly).
Dad was a connoisseur of molasses. In the fall Dad sought out people who
made sorghum molasses locally and also searched out peddlers and stores who
regularly carried real homemade sorghum molasses. When we ran out and we
relied on the store brands, most were good and we enjoyed them, but our first
choice was sorghum. Occasionally we got a container of what was supposed
to be sorghum molasses, when in reality they were just "sorghum-flavored"
syrup.
"These aint sorghum, theyre just "South Mississippi Syrup," Dad
would say.
He did not particularly like many of the "cane" syrups. We would go ahead
and eat them until we tired of them, then they would go to the shelf and
sit for a spell. More such purchases would be made until our shelf was full
of partially empty containers of syrups.
Mom "wanted not, because she wasted not", as the old saying goes. Somewhere
along this time she would clean out the cabinet of all the different syrups.
She would light the stove and began to pour all the leftover syrups and molasses
into a large pan. As they cooked she tasted, adding a little of this and
a little of that, until her taste buds said it was just right. She cooked,
and stirred until the concoction was thoroughly blended. When she was finished
it was a real taste treat. Neither sorghum, nor syrup, but a blend; you might
call "surp-o-lasses." No two batches tasted the same.
Today I took an inventory of my wifes cupboard just to see what we
had and found the following:
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"Golden Eagle" Original - since 1928 Fayette, AL
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"Stholls Sorghum Molasses" Finger, TN
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"Mr. Ps Soggie Bottom Sorghum Molasses" table syrup Dekalb,
MS
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"ALAGA" Syrup "The Original Cane Flavor" Montgomery, AL
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"Karo Light Corn Syrup" since 1902 Distributed out of Memphis, TN
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"Grandmas Molasses Original" unsulphured Stamford, CT
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"Ludlows Resiphe, Lasses n Sir-up Blend Germantown, TN
Of the above brands/kinds, most are good in their own right, however the
last one "Ludlows Resiphe", is a hold over from Moms kitchen,
and is delicious, even if I do say so myself. It is a mixture of every kind
of syrup in the cupboard at the time they were made.
I have inquired about the recipe from Ludlow (hes my cousin twice removed;
hes been removed twice but he keeps coming back), but he only says
that if he tells me the secret formula, then hell have to kill me.
He probably learned it from my Mom and her only recipe was to mix it till
it tasted right, then it was done.
Mom had another "secret" up her sleeve, although it was probably well known
to many folks around there at the time. Some mornings we would get up and
the biscuits would already be in the stove baking only to remember we were
out of all kinds of syrups. It didnt bother her in the least. She just
lit an eye on the stove and put water on to boil. Soon she added a heap of
sugar.
Now, dont ask how much or how long or what else, thats all I
ever saw her put into the mix. When it was done, it resembled white Karo
and tasted similar, but "gooder" than Karo. Shed take that off the
stove nearly boiling and pour it over your biscuits and youd thought
you was eating Manna straight from Heaven. It was so good that it would almost
make you "swaller yore tongue." Wish I had some now!
I do like my molasses and syrups. So many different kinds are readily available
at the grocery store. However, real open pan cooked sorghum molasses without
any additives are harder to find. Many of the Amish communities make sorghum
molasses for their own use and to sell. Stholls Molasses is from an
Amish community south of Jackson, TN and usually sells their product in the
Memphis area at fresh vegetable stores. There is an Amish community there
in Pontotoc County, southwest of Springville, that makes molasses and offers
them for sale. The last that I bought there were the best molasses I have
ever eaten.
In an old song, remembered from my youth, one of the verses says:
"I likes molasses, good ole country sorghums,
I eats em in the winter and the fall,
When they trickle down my chin
and I licks em up agin,
thats when I likes em most of all".
Where that old song came from, or who wrote it, I havent a clue. It
has been around as long as I can remember. It says it just the way I feel.
Most of all I likes lasses, mo-lasses, syrups, fake syrups, ribbon
cane syrup, Louisiana syrup, corn syrup, and most any concoction that fall
in between. Plus, we havent even mentioned honey; but thats another
story.
Are the biscuits ready yet?
By Ralph Jones, Germantown, Tennessee
Note: Syrups pictured above are from the pantry of Wayne and Barbara
Carter:
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Karo Dark Corn Syurp,
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Hillbilly Soppin Sorghum, Pulaski, TN
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French Camp Academy Sorghum Molasses, French Camp, MS
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Golden Eagle Syrup, Fayette, AL.
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Pure Honey by Honey Bee Hendrix West Point, MS;
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Sorghum Molasses (unbranded),
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Pure Maple Syrup by Morse Farm Sugar Works, Montpelier, VT.
Northwest
Passage Bypassing Bruce
For the past seventeen years, in my travels with SUPERVALU, there have not
been many weeks that Ive not motored to Indianola and back to Pontotoc
at least once a week and often twice or more. There are more than a handful
of routes to traverse the distance that spans one hundred thirty or more
miles. Most of these routes include a trip through Bruce, roughly thirty
miles southeast of Pontotoc. If my car were a horse it would have long ago
learned the road most traveled, and I could "saddle up" and set the controls
to auto pilot. But, my car doesnt have a mammals brain, and it
cant learn the way from repetitive trips.
For years, Ive varied my route to and from Indianola, most often traveling
the shortest of the several paths from which to choose but sometimes selecting
the safest route for nighttime or the easiest to navigate in bad weather.
In winter, I sometimes choose the route that affords the opportunity to see
the most red-tailed hawks, which is the most northerly of all routes, passing
largely through Delta towns such as Marks, Tutwiler, and Drew, and Ruleville.
Long ago, I learned the quickest and shortest route passed through Bruce
and Coffeeville but only recently did I learn there was a northwest passage
just north of Bruce that lopped about five miles off my shortest route. How
I found this route was a combination of a means to avoid road construction
and a bit of an adventuresome spirit.
When SUPERVALU had an account in Water Valley, I experimented with various
routes to Water Valley from Pontotoc. There were drawbacks to all of the
routes in that the quickest was not the shortest and the shortest was not
the safest and there wasnt five minutes difference in any of them.
Yet, I discovered I could travel almost to Bruce then turn west to Banner,
travel north a few miles (toward Oxford) and hit a highway that took me into
the center of downtown Water Valley.
A few months ago, I chose to avoid the Coffeeville to Bruce route, when returning
from Indianola, because I thought I had seen road signs outside of Coffeeville
stating motorist should be cautious of loose material. For me, that meant
the road was being resurfaced with tar and crushed rock, and even one mile
of driving on crushed rock will dust up a black car in a hurry. My memory
must be somewhat faulty because the road I thought was to be resurfaced has
not been touched, so far.
However, I was almost to Coffeeville on my trip back home when I recalled
the possibility of having to drive on crushed rock. My first instinct was
to continue to Water Valley then on to Oxford and hit the four-lane to Pontotoc.
I might have driven that way, except when I got to the four-way stop on the
bypass near Coffeeville, I decided to take the back-country to Banner and
cut over to Hwy 9 a few miles southeast of the Pontotoc County line.
A few days later I was about to backtrack along the same route to Indianola,
but when I got to Banner, a pickup in front of me went straight across Hwy
7 at the point where I had always turned right. The tag on the pickup was
registered in Yalobusha County, whose county seat is Water Valley. I went
ahead and turned right as planned, but as I considered that the pickup might
be on its way to Water Valley, I pulled off the highway and consulted my
map of Mississippi.
I had never noticed, but the squiggly lines on the map going west from Banner
appeared to connect to Coffeeville and/or Water Valley.
"What have I got to lose?" I considered. "If I miss Coffeeville, Ill
probably end up in Water Valley, and it doesnt look as though the mileage
is much different from my planned route."
I turned around and drove the mile back to Banner and with map in hand drove
west toward Coffeeville. I had not driven far until I realized that county
roads arent as smooth as state roads. Plus, this one had a few curves
where its best to keep ones speed closer to forty than fifty-five.
A few minutes later, the county road teed
with another road, and without any signs I wasnt sure whether to turn
left or right. My map showed I would eventually make a left turn to get to
Coffeeville, but I wasnt sure Id driven far enough, so I turned
right instead and noted a couple of landmarks in case I had to retrace my
journey.
A mile down the new road a marker told me I was on Hwy 32, and I knew I could
at least get to Water Valley on this road. About ten minutes later, another
marker read "Coffeeville," to the left. I turned at the intersection and
soon found this road to be the hilliest, curviest, and jerkiest of them all.
I decided it was constructed by someone in the rollercoaster business.
After getting pummeled for perhaps fifteen miles, I noticed I had entered
an unnamed community and presumed I was near Coffeeville. I soon realized
I was in a neighborhood of Coffeeville, but I had no idea which way to go
at the intersection I was approaching. It was another "T."
The vehicle in front of me turned right, so I did the same. We passed two
more intersections before coming to another "T." I wasnt sure where
I was until I could look both left and right at the "T." I saw a caution
light to my left and felt sure I was back on familiar ground. Sure enough,
when I got to the caution light, I could see Coffeeville High School and
was within a half mile of where I would have been had I made the drive from
Bruce to Coffeeville.
I checked mileage when I got to my office in Indianola and was surprised
to note I had driven fewer miles than even on what had been my shortest route.
Since discovering a northwest passage around Bruce, I have driven the new
route several times. In the autumn the foliage was simply beautiful, and
I liked having less traffic with which to contend. Its a rough ride,
but when Im sleepy the roughness keeps me awake. I avoid the new route
at night because Ive seen too many deer along the way, dead and alive.
The new route is about five miles shorter than any other route, but it still
takes two hours and fifteen minutes to get from Indianola to Pontotoc which
ties the fastest of my known routes.
Probably the best reason to avoid
the new route involves concern for ones welfare. The various road signs along
the way, especially those between Hwy 32 and Coffeeville, are vivid reminders
that rednecks live among us. Most signs have been used for target practice
on multiple occasions. The thought of someone using a road sign to sight-in
the scope of a high powered rifle is scary, and to drive along a mostly deserted
road where such signs exist is even scarier when one has no way of knowing
if a bullet intended for a road sign has, instead, his or her name on it.
The newfound northwest passage is not recommended for all travelers, but
if a change of scenery is desired, its a good route from Pontotoc to
Coffeeville.
Bodock Beau Lawn
Mower
Perhaps some readers will find the following amusing. I enjoyed both of them,
if that helps anyone.
Lawn Mower
When our lawn mower broke and wouldn't run, my wife kept hinting to me that
I should get it fixed. But, somehow I always had something else to take care
of first, the truck, the car, and fishing, always something more important
to me. Finally she thought of a clever way to make her point.
When I arrived home one day, I found her seated in the tall grass, busily
snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing scissors.
I watched silently for a short time and then went into the house. I was gone
only a few minutes. When I came out again I handed her a toothbrush.
"When you finish cutting the grass," I said, "you might as well sweep
the side walk."
The doctors say I will walk again, but I will always have a limp.
Shared by Linda Ball Reeves
Snow Mans No More
Once there was a snowman who stood outside the door.
He thought hed like to come inside and play about the floor.
He thought hed like to warm himself by the fire bright red.
He thought hed like to climb upon the big white bed.
So he called to the north wind, "Help me now, I pray.
Im completely frozen, standing out all day."
So the north wind came along and blew him in the door.
Now theres nothing left but a puddle on the floor.
Source: Laugh Newsletter December 2006
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