Sage Hill’s Patriotic Kitchen is more than a place to cook and eat…although that is a priority…most days…..It’s also a place where honest, hard working people, dedicated to love of God, family, and country, come together to feast…not only with food, but with love and respect for all those whom have gone before us…paved the way…paid the price….left a legacy worthy of carrying on.
My patriotic kitchen has birthed good music, blues, country, and gospel…
Football is sometimes king and the southeastern conference is the kingdom….
In my Patriotic kitchen age matters…yes ma’am…no ma’am…please and thank you.
You can wear shoes or not, no one cares…but you will say grace and salute the flag…for you see…my Patriotic kitchen is a state of “Amazing” grace.
There was a time when the dinner table served a dual purpose, one… to feed hungry folks and two, to discuss any and all important issues of the day.
In the south, football and all things pertaining to, certainly qualifies for that spot!
Nothing speaks football in the south better than Tailgating…I’ve heard it said in fact…it is akin to a military exercise!!
I do know these two truths are high on the event calendar.
Alabama has its RV Army, whose troops converge by the thousands on Crimson Tide games. They come with coolers, grills, TV’s enough food for …well, an army! ( I have seen the kitchen table a few times)
Tennessee has its Volunteer Navy, a fleet of various vessels that collects in equally impressive numbers around Neyland Stadium…one of only two college football venues accessible by water.
So, there you go folks…gather round the dinner table, give thanks to Almighty God for your freedom to yell…Roll Tide!
My generation grew up patriotic, not something to call attention to, or to take a stand on…it was born in us, our heritage, our legacy…
God, family, country…..
Please join us for a Patriotic Sunday…..
Make certain your flag is flying high, your Bible is book of choice,
and dinner is served at noon…
When I was a young girl in the 1940’s, the whole country was ablaze with God, family, country, red, white and blue…and a gracious appreciation for life and food…remnants of left-over feelings from the depression years still held many prisoner to fear of hunger …even during the war years of WWII, food was rationed, if one was lucky enough to live on a farm, your status might be some better than city dwellers. ( most males of age went to war, which left young folks, elders and women to work a farm) Not an easy task…but it worked…
The kitchen was the hub of most any household….of all the memories I have with my mother…very few are outside the kitchen…there I learned how to cook, how to clean, how to listen, how to talk, and above all else…how to fear…fear the consequences of breaking the laws of the land and the rules of the house…
I look around and watch our country being ripped apart by Thugs, too weak to think for themselves, and too ignorant to fear the consequences of their actions.
Not sure where this blog will lead, I am sure of this…it is time we all get back to the kitchen table…..
We all know and love old fashioned Lemonade…it was a very popular beverage during the war years because…tea and coffee were among the food items rationed, not always available or in such small amounts it lasted a short period of time and then you waited….Many called it a Patriots Punch….draw your own conclusion as to why!
God Bless you if you read and enjoy this blog…You are always welcome to visit my kitchen…where you’ll find green on the table and Red, White, and Blue in our hearts.