"If you think for one instant I'm going to eat that, you are sadly mistaken." She drawled, contempt dripping from her voice like so much bacon grease.
"What's wrong with it?" I asked, surveying the breakfast I had laid out.
"You silly Yankee, no self respecting southerner would ever eat instant grits! I'll teach you how to cook a southern breakfast." With that she reached for the butter...
"What's wrong with it?" I asked, surveying the breakfast I had laid out.
"You silly Yankee, no self respecting southerner would ever eat instant grits! I'll teach you how to cook a southern breakfast." With that she reached for the butter...
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Today's word kindly supplied by Mom.
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