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(For any family gathering during the holiday season) My father had two brothers and four sisters, which meant  there were numerous cousins. At least once a year, sometimes more, we would gather at our grandparents house in Joshua, Texas. Come Sunday morning, the ritual of preparing the Sunday dinner would begin. Now, back then, in the 40's and 50's, it was "old school." The women went to the kitchen(led by grandmom), and the men would go outside, brace themselves against the fenders and hoods of their vehicles, conveniently parked beneath a large Texas Pecan Tree; lightup their cigars, cigarettes, or pipes, and start telling lies and yarns(much the same thing), each trying to outdo the other. The children running around the open yard, or going a hundred yards to the railroad tracks to place coins, mostly pennies, dimes, nickles(maybe a quarter,if you got an allowance), on the track rails, then wait for the afternoon/evening train. A lot of coins got flattened on those tracks. And while the men waited.......a manisfestation began to occur........................ Aromas that would make a king cry..... "Salivating" Becoming impatient Fried chicken Baked chicken Becoming more impatient Laughter.... Coming from the kitchen Roast Beef Mashed potatoes Lord, don't let'em forget the gravy! Lightly braised stringbeans w/buttersauce Fresh baked Acorn Squash Okra All prepared with, the 'secret ingredient'....... " Love! " copyright: January 16, 2016
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Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 4:52 PM UTC
The Secret Ingredient
(For any family gathering during the holiday season) My father had two brothers and four sisters, which meant  there were numerous cousins. At least once a year, sometimes more, we would gather at our grandparents house in Joshua, Texas. Come Sunday morning, the ritual of preparing the Sunday dinner would begin. Now, back then, in the 40's and 50's, it was "old school." The women went to the kitchen(led by grandmom), and the men would go outside, brace themselves against the fenders and hoods of their vehicles, conveniently parked beneath a large Texas Pecan Tree; lightup their cigars, cigarettes, or pipes, and start telling lies and yarns(much the same thing), each trying to outdo the other. The children running around the open yard, or going a hundred yards to the railroad tracks to place coins, mostly pennies, dimes, nickles(maybe a quarter,if you got an allowance), on the track rails, then wait for the afternoon/evening train. A lot of coins got flattened on those tracks. And while the men waited.......a manisfestation began to occur........................ Aromas that would make a king cry..... "Salivating" Becoming impatient Fried chicken Baked chicken Becoming more impatient Laughter.... Coming from the kitchen Roast Beef Mashed potatoes Lord, don't let'em forget the gravy! Lightly braised stringbeans w/buttersauce Fresh baked Acorn Squash Okra All prepared with, the 'secret ingredient'....... " Love! " copyright: January 16, 2016
All were cooked with ONE stove and oven!! There's not a commercial restaurant in the world that could top those dinners! I just made myself VERY hungry!!
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Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 4:52 PM UTC
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