Fried tators and cornbread. Tennessean Folk.

As the unofficial Underboss of the CornBread Mafia, I have to report there has been cornbread fried by my family members throughout the Appalachian Mountains since around 1830.

My grandmother lived until she was 96, she always lived at home and was able to cook and care for herself until the end. My mom and dad lived just a block away from her, so my dad brought groceries to her and took her to the doctor once a month.
She was always happy, every memory I have of her she is laughing and enjoying life. Even though her life was full of hard work.

She will always be saint Marie to us...

 

You need to mix in a few onions in the potatoes and fry them with a little bacon grease.
Be sure and save some cornbread so you can have cornbread and milk in a glass with onions and a little buttermilk floater.
Yes ,my father and family came out of the Sugarlands just past the National Park Headquarters in the Smokies.

 

My grandmother made greenbeans in a pressure cooker seasoned with fat back, and they were so good you could make a meal out of just them.

She always cooked with lard, never had a meal in her life that wasn't fried, had at least 3 types of meat at every supper...she would dip snuff and like I said, she lived to a healthy 96 years of age. She passed away in her sleep, probably dreaming of chicken and dumplins...