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Grandmama Cooking

her  roots or the south
no doudt
shes has cook out
her food is oool
its all soul
as the story is told
its greens beans
the mean is lean
its finger slicking
you do  kept looking
at
GRANDMAMA COOKING

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 4/25/2014 5:09:00 PM
I remember my grandma's cooking so well. Nobody was better, I could easily tell. Ham hocks, fried chicken, mustard greens, pork chops, barbecued ribs, butter beans. All the victuals she fixed were sublime. Everybody came running when it was suppertime.
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