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Grandmama Cooking

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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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