When a Southern Woman Rambles... by L. Avery Brown (best short novels TXT) 📕

Growing up in the South we have a 'thing' for food. Today I very rarely eat anything fried but Lord have Mercy...when I was a kid, I don't think a day went by where I didn't have at least ONE fried something at EVERY SINGLE MEAL!

Quite frankly, I'm surprised if I cut my finger when I'm cooking today that my blood doesn't ooze out like Crisco!

Yum, yum! Some of my best childhood memories come from those moments when we'd sit around our great big round kitchen table and eat our meals...and it wasn't a meal if it didn't consist of a meat, two vegetables, a starch, and bread. Yes, technically 'bread' is a starch but you can't exactly sop up your gravy with grains of rice, now can you?!