Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe

OCTOBER 12, 1986

Evelyn got up early, went into the kitchen, and started preparing her treat for Mrs. Threadgoode. She heated up the plate right before they started for the nursing home, wrapped it in aluminum foil, and placed that in a thermo-bag, so it would be good and hot. Again, she made Ed rush across town as fast as he could.

The old woman was waiting, and Evelyn made her close her eyes while she unwrapped the plate and undid the lid on the jar of iced tea with mint.

“Okay. You can look now.”

When Mrs. Threadgoode saw what she had on her plate, she clapped her hands, as excited as a child on Christmas. There before her was a plate of perfectly fried green tomatoes and fresh cream-white corn, six slices of bacon, with a bowl of baby lima beans on the side and four huge light and fluffy buttermilk biscuits.

Evelyn almost started to cry when she saw how happy her friend was. She told Mrs. Threadgoode to eat her food while it was still warm and excused herself for minute and went down the hall to find Geneene. She gave her a hundred dollars in an envelope, and twenty-five dollars for herself, and asked if she wouldn’t please make sure that Mrs. Threadgoode got whatever she wanted to eat and anything else she wanted while Evelyn was gone.

Geneene said, “No money for me, honey, she’s one of my sweet ones. Don’t worry, Mrs. Couch. I’ll take care of her for you.”

When she came back, her friend’s plate was empty.

“Oh Evelyn. I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve you spoiling me like you do. That was the best meal I’ve had since the cafe closed.”

“You deserve to be spoiled.”

“Well, I don’t know about that. I don’t know why you’re so good to me, but I appreciate it. You know I do. I thank the Lord every night and ask Him to watch out for you every day.”

“I know you do.”

Evelyn sat there with her and held her hand and eventually told her that she was going out of town for a while, but that she’d be back and would have a surprise for her.

“Oh, I love a surprise. Is it bigger than a breadbox?”

“Can’t tell you that. Then it wouldn’t be a surprise, would it?”

“I guess not … well hurry up, now, and get back, ‘cause you know how I’m gonna be wondering. Is it a shell? You going to Florida? Opal and Julian sent me a shell from Florida.”

Evelyn shook her head. “No, it’s not a shell. Now, don’t ask me. You’re just going to have to wait and see.”

She gave her a piece of paper and said, “This is the phone number and address of where I’ll be, and you let me know if you need me, okay?”

Mrs. Threadgoode said she would and held her hand until it was time for her to go. Then the women walked to the front door, where Ed was waiting.

He asked, “How are you today, Mrs. Threadgoode?”

“Oh, I’m just fine, honey … full of fried green tomatoes and lima beans that our girl, here, brought me.”

Evelyn was hugging her goodbye when a bird-breasted woman in a nightgown and fox furs marched up to them and announced in a loud voice, “You people will have to move along now. My husband and I have just purchased this place and everyone must leave by six o’clock!”

She continued on down the hall, terrorizing all the other old ladies at Rose Terrace.

Evelyn looked at Mrs. Threadgoode. “Vesta Adcock?”

Mrs. Threadgoode nodded. “That’s her, all right. What did I tell you? That poor thing doesn’t have a full string of fish.”

Evelyn laughed and waved goodbye. Her friend waved and called out, “You hurry back, now … oh, and listen.… Send an old lady a picture postcard sometime, will you?”