Flagg - Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe

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Copyright 1987 by Fannie Flagg

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I may be sitting here at the Rose Terrace Nursing Home, but in my mind Im over at the Whistle Stop Cafe having a plate of fried green tomatoes.

MRS. CLEO THREADGOODE
JUNE 1986

The Whistle Stop Cafe opened up last week, right next door to me at the post office, and owners Idgie Threadgoode and Ruth Jamison said business has been good ever since. Idgie says that for people who know her not to worry about getting poisoned, she is not cooking. All the cooking is being done by two colored women, Sipsey and Onzell, and the barbecue is being cooked by Big George, who is Onzells husband.

If there is anybody that has not been there yet, Idgie says that the breakfast hours are from 5:307:30, and you can get eggs, grits, biscuits, bacon, sausage, ham and red-eye gravy, and coffee for 25.

For lunch and supper you can have: fried chicken; pork chops and gravy; catfish; chicken and dumplings; or a barbecue plate; and your choice of three vegetables, biscuits or cornbread, and your drink and dessertfor 35.

She said the vegetables are: creamed corn; fried green tomatoes; fried okra; collard or turnip greens; black-eyed peas; candied yams; butter beans or lima beans.

And pie for dessert.

My other half, Wilbur, and I ate there the other night, and it was so good he says he might not ever eat at home again. Ha. Ha. I wish this were true. I spend all my time cooking for the big lug, and still cant keep him filled up.

By the way, Idgie says that one of her hens laid an egg with a ten-dollar bill in it.

Dot Weems

Evelyn Couch had come to Rose Terrace with her husband, Ed, who was visiting his mother, Big Momma, a recent but reluctant arrival. Evelyn had just escaped them both and had gone into the visitors lounge in the back, where she could enjoy her candy bar in peace and quiet. But the moment she sat down, the old woman beside her began to talk

Now, you ask me the year somebody got married who they married or what the brides mother wore, and nine times out of ten I can tell you, but for the life of me, I caint tell you when it was I got to be so old. It just sorta slipped up on me. The first time I noticed it was June of this year, when I was in the hospital for my gallbladder, which they still have, or maybe they threw it out by now who knows. That heavyset nurse had just given me another one of those Fleet enemas theyre so fond of over there when I noticed what they had on my arm. It was a white band that said: Mrs. Cleo Threadgoode an eighty-six-year-old woman. Imagine that!

When I got back home, I told my friend Mrs. Otis, I guess the only thing left for us to do is to sit around and get ready to croak. She said she preferred the term pass over to theother side. Poor thing, I didnt have the heart to tell her that no matter what you call it, were all gonna croak, just the same

Its funny, when youre a child you think time will never go by, but when you hit about twenty, time passes like youre on the fast train to Memphis. I guess life just slips up on everybody. It sure did on me. One day I was a little girl and the next I was a grown woman, with bosoms and hair on my private parts. I missed the whole thing. But then, I never was too smart in school or otherwise

Mrs. Otis and I are from Whistle Stop, a little town about ten miles from here, out by the railroad yards. Shes lived down the street from me for the past thirty years or so, and after her husband died, her son and daughter-in-law had a fit for her to come and live at the nursing home, and they asked me to come with her. I told them Id stay with her for a whileshe doesnt know it yet, but Im going back home just as soon as she gets settled in good.

Its not too bad out here. The other day, we all got Christmas corsages to wear on our coats. Mine had little shiny red Christmas balls on it, and Mrs. Otis had a Santy Claus face on hers. But I was sad to give up my kitty, though.

They wont let you have one here, and I miss her. Ive always had a kitty or two, my whole life. I gave her to that little girl next door, the one whos been watering my geraniums. Ive got me four cement pots on the front porch, just full of geraniums.

My friend Mrs. Otis is only seventy-eight and real sweet, but shes a nervous kind of person. I had my gallstones in a Mason jar by my bed, and she made me hide them. Said they made her depressed. Mrs. Otis is just a little bit of somethin, but as you can see, Im a big woman. Big bones and all.

But I never drove a car Ive been stranded most all my life. Always stayed close to home. Always had to wait for somebody to come and carry me to the store or to the doctor or down to the church. Years ago, you used to be able to take a trolley to Birmingham, but they stopped running a long time ago. The only thing Id do different if I could go back would be to get myself a drivers license.

You know, its funny what youll miss when youre away from home. Now me, I miss the smell of coffee and bacon frying in the morning. You caint smell anything theyve got cooking out here, and you caint get a thing thats fried. Everything here is boiled up, with not a piece of salt on it! I wouldnt give you a plugged nickel for anything boiled, would you?

The old lady didnt wait for an answer. I used to love my crackers and buttermilk, or my buttermilk and cornbread, in the afternoon. I like to smash it all up in my glass and eat it with a spoon, but you caint eat in public like you can at home can you? And I miss