Weeny (Wiener) Soup
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Dolores, my sister, & me, one day got to talking about weeny soup on the phone her mouth watered about the same time as mine, “Keep this up, I’ma go make me some,” she said, taking words & taste out of my mouth
a few dyed dark-red weenies, canned tomatoes, water, salt & pepper. Weenies cut up in small chunks dumped in a big pot of water simmering til the smell made you hungry; like the thought makes me, right now.
No, i don’t reckon Jack (Uncle Jack) feels the same about salt & pepper sandwiches on white bread but he ate a sandwich like that, one time, on Collins Street, did, and smacked
his lips just like it was a git-down pig ear sandwich (with hotsauce & mayonnaise) but i still hate pinto beans. Not Jimmy. He loved ’em then, he loves them now, and he’ll invite you to have some just as happy and proud—like, since he love ’em, he just know you do. Not me. Just
the words make my stomach cramp ever since that day after school, when i got home before anybody else & i ate the whole pot. Yeah, i got sick. (Don’t get stupid on me.) You’d get sick too, if you ate that many beans all at once. Just the thought and i get sick, even now. (I’m getting sick now.) [End Page 52]
Naw—give me weeny soup, any day and if i can’t get that, some pig feet will do. [End Page 53]
Doris Davenport grew up in Cornelia, Georgia, in the Appalachian foothills. She has taught and performed nationwide and currently is an Associate Professor of English at Albany State University in her home state. She has published book reviews, articles, essays, and six books of poetry, including madness like morning glories (LSU Press, 2005) and a hunger for moonlight (self-published, 2006).
