Highs (or Lows) of Tradition

My mom passed away in 2000, I think.  One of our last gifts from her was a plastic ketchup (“catsup” to the literate) bottle filled with green peppers and vinegar.  It was intended as dressing for greens which all Southerners crave.  The dressing was tart without being too hot and really dressed up a “mess” (there is no more accurate adjective) of greens.  By “greens” I usually mean collards or turnip greens.  Maybe the occasional handful of Mustard greens.  Did Yankees conspire to include Kale as a green?

Anyway, we have enjoyed the dressing over time and refilled it to keep our supply up to date.  They must have been magic peppers.  We are still using the same plastic bottle and peppers over 15 years later.  I would like to credit the original bottler but there was no label when I received it. Through 9/11, Iraq and Afghanistan, and all other significant events over that period the plastic bottle and peppers have been an anchor.  That’s Tradition.