My husband and I were discussing things our parents used to eat that we thought was weird. We found that both our parents enjoyed crumbling up a piece of cornbread into a tall glass of buttermilk and eating it with a spoon. My grandmother liked it, too, so I'm guessing it wasn't only indigenous to our families. Everyone used to keep buttermilk in their refrigerator, but I never did like the taste of it.
This led to a discussion on potliquor, which is the juice from a long slow cooked pot of greens. A veritable spring tonic, they say.
9:00am already? Time for coffee #2.