Happy Thanksgiving Baptist Board!

I have old-fashion home-made bread pudding in the oven right now.


Hour later - Yum, hot bread pudding with ice cream!.

Happy Thanksgiving Eve!

 

We almost always went to my grandparent in Danville, KY for Thanksgiving. My mother could play the piano and EVERY time we gathered round the piano and sang this song! As the old saying goes, thanks for the memories,

 

I'm in charge of the greasy beans and dressing this year. Wife is doing cheese cake and sweet potato casserole. Others are doing ham, turkey, gravy casseroles, etc..

A la mode! My favorite way with hot dessert.

 

Just had all the kids home for Thanksgiving for first time in about 8 years. Very sweet.

Happy Thanksgiving all. God bless.

 

Happy Thanksgiving to all.

 

Happy Thanksgiving, Glen, and all y'all!

 

I'll make this as brief as possible.

They're called 'greasy beans' because the pods lack the microscopic 'surface fuzz' that other green beans have which lends to them a slick, shiny surface for which the old timers referred to as 'greasy'.

They're native landraces to Eastern Kentucky and Western North Carolina, the mutations occurring less than three centuries ago under cultivation by white settlers.

Unlike 'stringless beans', the pods never become tough or fibrous, remaining tender on the vine until fully mature, which allows for 'full beans, i.e., 'beany green beans' with a distinct exceptional flavor, both a green vegetable and a source of protein.

Although they're an excellent canning bean they make the very best 'shuck beans' or 'leather britches', a flavor all of it's own.

They were a vital source of protein for Appalachian settlers (a gift from God actually).

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My daughter and I grew 650 row ft. of 23 different varieties of Appalachian beans (mostly greasy) in 2016 in search for the exceptional ones well suited to this area.

 

Good depiction of the 'slickness' of greasy beans:
Pink Tip Greasy

 

♫
The dinner bell on Turkey Day—
It’s time to eat, so—quick!—let’s pray,
Then fill a plate, and up our weight.
We’ll spare no fat and spill no sauce.

With light or dark meat—one or both—
We’ll press our bellies’ sated growth.
And cornbread dressing, what a blessing—
Spare no broth and spill no sauce.

There’s mashed potatoes, candied yams;
For non-bird eaters, there’s a ham.
Green beans and corn and rolls adorn
The cloth on which we spill no sauce.

The giblets of the bird are made
Into the gravy, once they’re flayed.
Boiled eggs are sliced, then later spiced,
To round the feast as we spill no sauce.

Then even though we’d such an eye,
We can’t resist the pumpkin pie,
Topped with whipped cream; but now we dream,
We’re fast asleep and we spill the sauce!

 

LOL ah yes, for me

Prime rib roast of which to boast.
Bread pudding with cream, taste buds will beam

Thank the LORD for His abundance of which America has been showered.

Jewish families have an empty seat at the table for Elijah.
I'm wondering if Christians should have an empty chair at the Thanksgiving Table for Jesus.

Luke 22:16 For I say unto you, I will not any more eat thereof, until it be fulfilled in the kingdom of God.

 

Lol, so true with a lot of the old heirloom pole beans; vines will keep growing and producing almost till frost (if they've room to run), >20' long vines. We selected for more manageable vines for our 7' trellises.

 

♫
O little turkey, hot and brown,
How still you look today!
For not so very long ago
You fought bravely on your way
To that big house of slaughter,
Where they chopped off your head.
Now, on this day when you were cooked,
We're glad we bought you-- dead!

 

#When I have seen them hanging in the butcher's shop (not in the supermarket) thay have had the heads on.

 

We don't have thanksgiving over here, but we do give thanks for every meal.

 

Well, as those turkeys at the White House might have said, "Oh, pardon me!"