At the beginning of the summer I found myself in an awful place y’all…
I had to let my childhood bestie and co-writer, Rebekah Faubion, move to LA to pursue screenwriting. Here we are at Texas Book Fest with my literary agent, Dennis, and prolific Texas author, John De Mers.
T’was a simpler time. (Le sigh)
Rebekah worked on my cookbook with me, taught me to write, and has essentially been my drinkin’ buddy from tea parties to Tito’s.
On her final Sunday Funday, surrounded by friends and family, we descended upon our favorite park for pizza, watermelon, and heartfelt companionship.
Times they are a changin’! We’re all moving forward. And I love new beginnings…but why do they have to sting so much?
I sat chatting with Rebekah’s mother in law, nibbling pizza crust, as she told me about her life traveling the world as a missionary, growing up in the rural south, and finally her favorite comfort foods.
COMFORT FOOD IS SOMETHING I COULD REALLY GET INTO RIGHT NOW, I pouted.
As she explained, freshly-hulled purple peas, and green tomato jam with homemade cornbread was her End all. Be all. Cure-it-all. I was feeling pretty beat up so it was worth a shot, I reckoned.
I hit up the Coppell Farmer’s Market the following Saturday and scored everything on the list, including the ingredients to make this fine, green tomato jam.
HOT DANG! It was good and it goes on everything!
I had to meddle with the recipe to get it just right, removing a bit of a sugar, and adding some allspice and ginger for more three dimensional flavor, but I still can’t believe the stuff isn’t everywhere… Two weeks later, I slipped Rebekah’s mother in law her own little jar after church, and she rewarded me with a squeal of delight!
This green tomato jam certainly won’t cure a broken heart, but it will remind you to slow down and enjoy the easy things in life. Like friendship, and quaint Sundays eating fresh watermelon with the ones you love.
A slice of hot buttered cornbread, a bowl of black-eyed peas —appreciate everything in it’s season, because seasons aren’t meant to last.
And remember to honor those whose roots grew with your own. Together, we are always pushing forward into the next season of life…
Enjoy LA Becka! It was a garden of growth and creativity for me. May it be the same for you!