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Apr 2014
SPLASH!

And the chicken goes in..
right into the hot oil
mama always said don't let it touch your skin

DASH!

That seasoning salt right on top
keep shaking that hand little girl
flavor never stops

SMASH!

The dough in between both hands
but don't play with it in your fingers
this isn't ocean sand

CRASH!

Onto the couch next to grandma after you just fed your soul
with good home southern cooking that only the hills and mountains have come to know
My grandma lives in East Tennessee on the side of a mountain at the edge of the smokies in a trailer on land that has been in the family for hundreds of years. I won'tget to see her this spring, but I love going there to be lost in the peacefulness of the mountains with my belly full of her fried chicken and Apple turnovers!

(C) Maxwell 2014
Luna Lynn
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Luna Lynn  36/F/Illinois
(36/F/Illinois)   
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