It’s a Southern Thing; One day I’m leaving Wild Bills house and I spot a creek bed full of Polk Salad just right for the picking. I call Mammie and ask if I brought her a mess of greens would she cook them for me. Of course, she said, baby you know I love you and I would do anything for you because you’re special. It was hot and Polk Salad is poison, so after picking a mess I wipe the sweat from my brow and inject the juice of the plant into my forehead. I start to hallucinate with a high fever I barely make it home. I call Dr. Bill Fedack and explain what I’ve done, he replies, Ridley don’t you know that stuff is poison. I understood by this time my brow is the size of a soft ball and the fever was at its peak. He advises that I put a cold rag on my brow and ride it out. Thanks Doc! After I’d come down from Polk Salad poisoning, I take them to Mammies apartment on Simpson St. in West End. She sends me to the store across the street next door to the Pink Pussy Cat, being the only white person around everyone looked at me real funny. I get some Kale, Mustard greens, Turnip greens and some fat meat and she makes the best pot of mixed greens I’ve ever tasted to date. By the way, wear rubber gloves when picking Polk Salad it’s Poison......................Rid......
Posted on: Wed, 06 Nov 2013 17:30:51 +0000
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