Eventually I had to come up with some strategies to get through a meal that included carrots and peas so, with a high degree of motivation I learned how to cope with this situation. I certainly didn’t want Mama to think that I was getting sick because I’d quickly get a dose of her witch doctor medicine — and hoo boy — rapidly turn a bad situation into a catastrophic event.
Strategy number one was to leave a couple of inches of milk in the bottom of my glass and surreptitiously sneak as many diced carrots and little round peas into those murky depths as possible. That tactic backfired when she noticed the leftover milk and ordered me to drink it down. That turned out to be a gagging nightmare and so another approach had to be found.
Strategy number two turned out better. I would stuff the carrots and peas into one of her cathead biscuits and slather it with a generous dollop of sorghum syrup thus negating most of the bad taste and allowing me to get them down without having to actually taste them to the same degree. The only adverse side effect was that many dozens of those beautiful mounds of buttery bread were ruined — but sacrifices had to be made in order for my stomach to survive.
Those two vegetables topped my list of inedible items but they had certainly had a significant effect on my overall dietary cravings. Since those days I have much preferred a carnivorous selection at suppertime with some potatoes and bread thrown in and a good measure of dessert to top it off. There are a few types of meat that don’t do it for me like pigs feet, baked possum and cutlets of rattlesnake but most anything other kind of meat is good by me.