Grandma Pearl could cook!
When I was growing up she baked buttermilk cornbread at least once, sometimes twice a week. Southern-style of course — with bacon grease or lard — the way she had been taught by her mother when she lived at home in Kentucky.
Walking through her front door I could smell the aroma of something special simmering on the stove… usually bean soup, fried chicken and fresh-baked cornbread in a black cast-iron skillet.
She enjoyed cooking for her big family and would often call to say she had one of my favorite meals ready and hoped I would stop by. Of course I did, and often… along with many in the family.
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