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I was looking at our air conditioner, (runing off electric) and how it was not quite cooling enough. And, over at the oven, that was heating the house, (electric stove) and was thinking about that bible verse: "A house divided against itself, cannot stand". I need an outdoor kitchen!
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Nate The Surveyor, post: 326943, member: 291 wrote: ...I need an outdoor kitchen!

I cook outdoors in the heat of the summer sometimes. We also eat a lot of food that doesn't require cooking...I love sammiches..PB+nanners is good, especially with cold bread & butter pickles.

Funny though, when I read your post..I heard Momma Cash speak from the grave. Being raised by poor farming folks and coming of age in the midst of the Great Depression, to her cooking outdoors was an undignified act. While she did tolerate Pops charcoaling burgers from time to time, she wouldn't eat outdoors, she always made the table for us to eat indoors. We never had picnics; cooking and eating "on the ground" (as she called it)....she detested it.

Funny how things change over the years. As an adult, I've always enjoyed camping and fishing trips that included a primitive fire with a good old iron skillet. I guess Momma's aversion to it was just something that stuck with her after her childhood.

Worked with a fellow who grew up in Mississippi during the Great Depression and lived with his grandparents. Not sure what happened to the parents. He held a very prestigious position and was normally dressed in a three-piece suit. Sometimes he would show up at the office in khakis and a dress shirt (never a polo unless it was a quick drop by on the way to the golf course). One day one of the co-workers commented on his shirt and complimented him. Asked him if it was new. He said he had had it in the back of his closet for years as it was gift. He would have never purchased for himself. When asked why, he responded, "It looks just like a flour sack shirt Grandma made for me back when we were so poor we didn't have two nickels to rub together." To him, it smacked of negative thoughts.

Growing up, I remember the kitchen being at the back of the house with its own ventilation and the doors were always closed.

Some homes had the kitchen across a dog trot from the rest of the house.

The kitchen in the house we built is an extra room on the back of the house set up much the same way.

Most homes today are built as the kitchen being in the middle and a part of the main gathering area.

Here, I cook many things outside when using the AC and bring it in to prepare meals.

Holy Cow, post: 326968, member: 50 wrote: Worked with a fellow who grew up in Mississippi during the Great Depression and lived with his grandparents. Not sure what happened to the parents. He held a very prestigious position and was normally dressed in a three-piece suit. Sometimes he would show up at the office in khakis and a dress shirt (never a polo unless it was a quick drop by on the way to the golf course). One day one of the co-workers commented on his shirt and complimented him. Asked him if it was new. He said he had had it in the back of his closet for years as it was gift. He would have never purchased for himself. When asked why, he responded, "It looks just like a flour sack shirt Grandma made for me back when we were so poor we didn't have two nickels to rub together." To him, it smacked of negative thoughts.

My parents were children during the depression, and I've heard a thousand stories of clothes made from flour sacks.

I'm a little vague on what the items were, but I'm sure my mother had some things made from flour sacks when I was a kid. The company printed them with a floral or calico pattern to make their product more useful to the customers. So it really was buying flour and cloth in one package.

Bill93, post: 328030, member: 87 wrote: I'm a little vague on what the items were, but I'm sure my mother had some things made from flour sacks when I was a kid. The company printed them with a floral or calico pattern to make their product more useful to the customers. So it really was buying flour and cloth in one package.

Both of my parents are/were children of the depression.

One spent money he didn't have and the other could make a penny squeal like a rusted nut.

I landed somewhere in the middle.

My dad was born on a cotton farm in 1930, the youngest of 10 kids. He used to say "We were so poor when I was a little boy that if I hadn't been a little boy, I wouldn't have had anything to play with."

James

Bill93, post: 328030, member: 87 wrote: I'm a little vague on what the items were, but I'm sure my mother had some things made from flour sacks when I was a kid. The company printed them with a floral or calico pattern to make their product more useful to the customers. So it really was buying flour and cloth in one package.

When I worked in the Ozark Mts, one day I came across a old women who made beautiful quilts from flour sacks.
She had been doing it her whole life. I bought one from her. I looked at it as a pure form of Americana folk art.