Growing up, Sweet Mama always had a “pot of something” simmering on the stove. I think I got to the point where I didn’t even notice it, it was just always there. A pot of greens, peas, beans, etc., would be simmering on the stove. I couldn’t wait for her to put a bowl of whatever had been simmering in front of me with a piece of cornbread. Now that was good eating!