Thursday, September 22, 2011
Boy could my granny cook.
she cooked on a woodstove,
and the food that would comeout of
it. would make your mouth water.
We would all ways have Sunday dinner there, and if ya didn't eat when she fixed something , you would hurt her feelings , and it didn't matter you were. I loved her homemaded bread and her sugar cookies.
There was this on time , I had spent the nite with her . and the next morning I woke up , too her packing a hog' head , passed the bedroom, She was going to make headchesse that day.
You would think growing up as a county girl , that I would like to eat. stuff like that and rabbit and squirrel , but I didn't. but she did and so did my dad.