Perhaps, it is the older we get, the more it hurts.Or perhaps it is the more sentimental we get, the more it hurts.Growing up, we rarely ate out. We were rural country people so my parents counted pennies to have enough for taxes, electricity and the few groceries we bought.Mainly, those were flour, cornmeal, Crisco, sugar, buttermilk and sweet milk, thus named by mountain ...
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