First Appeared in Pathways, 2004
The minute it touched my mouth, I groaned in ecstasy. Still warm from the oven, delicate, sublime flavor, ethereal tongue talk. For the first time I fully understood the term, melt in your mouth. I told her. I said, "Mattie, it's ambrosia from heaven." Every potluck dinner at church, she brought it. I never forgot her kindness, or the wonderful taste of Mattie Johnson's Chess pie.
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