New post up on my other blog:
As I said before, my Mother really could not- or would not- cook.
She always blamed my Grandmother. She said she never bothered to teach her. Or she blamed my Aunt Goldie, who she said stopped my Grandmother from teaching her because she was too little and fragile.
Both my Grandmother and my Aunt Goldie were wonderful cooks. My Grandmother’s kitchen was about the size of a walk in closet, but she could turn out delicious Holiday meals, made from scratch, for a dozen people without seeming to make much effort. She cooked 3 meals a day until the day she died.
Goldie lived for “Southern Living Magazine” and sometimes seemed to try every recipe in every issue.
My Mother would call from work and ask if we wanted anything from the Drive Thru on her way home…
More: Chapter 28: Kotex and Funeral Pies | My Southern Gothic Life.
Lost in the 21st Century 
Scott, you poor thing! Thank goodness you learned from your grandmother & aunt how to cook.(We are all thankful for it)…. And, what not to use when administering non-fatal triage!
This chapter is a hilarious read.
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Thanks, Kirk!
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