The green onions I planted a few weeks ago are up and growing taller by the day. I peeked at them early this morning as I was feeding the chickens and letting them out of the coop.
As I admired the rows we planted I was reminded of a story Pap tells. I shared it back in the day here on the Blind Pig. I thought you might enjoying hearing it again.
A new preacher was elected to the local church. Once the preacher began the usual tradition of going home with members for Sunday dinner it became apparent this particular preacher had an insatiable appetite-to the point that folks began to dread having to play host to him for fear he would eat them out of house and home. Members of the church knew their turn to have the preacher home for Sunday dinner would come sooner or later.
Pap's friend's father-decided he knew exactly how to handle the situation when it came time for him and his wife to feed the preacher. As everyone sat down to the dinner table, the father said "Well preacher we don't have much but we're more than willing to share what we do have. We're going to have some onions and salt for dinner." The preacher said "Oh I don't eat onions." The father said "well help yourself to the salt."