My grandfather, as faithful readers of this blog know, was both kind and a lover of good food. On a previous Wednesday, I posted one of his responses to a dish that didn’t come out the way the cook meant for it to: “That don’t…
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People from Kentucky don’t like to be called hicks. But I’m from Kentucky, and my language betrays me. At one point, I wanted to go into acting, so I schooled myself to speak without an accent. When I didn’t go into acting, my mother said…
Mamzelle Chickie la Silk has been so naughty lately, I found myself channeling my mother. When I was naughty, she would threaten me thusly: This post is part of Linda G. Hills weekly blog hop, One-Liner Wednesday. If you have a one-liner or just like…
