One at a Time
As a little girl, I didn’t think much about how I ate. That is, until Papaw Janeway had supper with us one day.
Papaw Janeway was Mamaw Jo’s father. So, when he came over, she and Mamaw Girdle/Myrtle cooked their usual southern feast: pinto beans, fried okra, rolls, creamed corn, mashed potatoes, peas, rolls, cornbread, and, of course, fried chicken.
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