Last Monday, my grandmother called my mother and asked, "Do you want some turnip greens?" Mom told her no, and asked, "Where did you get greens?" Mam-ma replied that a church member had left them on her doorstep. Mom told her to leave them there, and she (Mom) would get them later. Mam-ma replied, "I've already got them in the sink, and I'm washing them. Mom sorta lost it and said, "I'll be right there." She called me and told me about this and said, "I'm going right now to get those greens. I may put them down the disposal." I somehow knew she would not do this.
There are two versions of this story - Mom's and my grandmother's. And amazingly, in most spots, the stories parallel! Mam-ma's version is that "Your momma chewed my butt but good. She talked awful to me." Mom's version is that "I did talk pretty strongly to her, but she screamed at me... 'Just what am I supposed to do?'" Mom told her she was supposed to cooperate. To make a long story short, Mam-ma had started to wash and de-stem the greens, which she says she "loves to do." Mom says nobody in their right mind likes to wash turnip greens, which is a long, tedious process in cold water.