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Sat Dec 12, 2015, 08:24 PM Dec 2015

Collards and Lagniappe.

"A lagniappe is a small gift given to a customer by a merchant at the time of a purchase (such as a 13th doughnut when buying a dozen), or more broadly, "something given or obtained gratuitously or by way of good measure."

This morning we bought a large bunch of collard greens at our farmers' market.
Three bucks.
After I paid the farmer, he handed me two bunches of scallions.
"Chop these up and put 'em in with the collards."
And that's what I like about the South!

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Collards and Lagniappe. (Original Post) trof Dec 2015 OP
He should have handed you some salt pork. Lochloosa Dec 2015 #1
He didn't raise hogs. Just veg. trof Dec 2015 #2
My dad's side of the family is from Tennessee. Tobin S. Dec 2015 #3
how is lagniappe pronounced? LiberalEsto Dec 2015 #4

Tobin S.

(10,418 posts)
3. My dad's side of the family is from Tennessee.
Sat Dec 12, 2015, 08:44 PM
Dec 2015

My grandparents have been gone for a while now. They moved north to Ohio shortly after my dad was born. There was little opportunity where they were originally from and Ohio represented industry, good jobs, and progress to them. My grandpa worked for GM until he retired and moved along with my grandma back to Tennessee. He had inherited a 150 acre piece of land on the side of a mountain from his father. He built their dream house there and he and my grandma resided there for the rest of their lives.

They were very kind people. That's the thing I remember best about them. They never changed. When they moved up to Ohio, they brought their southern hospitality along with them.

Unfortunately, when my grandparents were ending their lives, I was crazy as hell. It was eventually determined that I had bipolar disorder. One of my greatest regrets in life is that I was never able to converse meaningfully as an adult with them. I had visited with them as a young man, but I was so lost and confused that I really didn't understand the gravity of what they meant to me and the rest of the family. I really wish I could talk to them now.

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