If you haven’t ever been to a church potluck you are missing out on one of life’s simple pleasures.
Everyone brings a covered dish & we all gorge ourselves on some good, old fashioned, home cookin’.
Ladies like me & Mamaw.
Mamaw is the best cook in the world. Anything she makes disappears first & you are blessed if you got a bite of it. Papaw (her hubs) says her food is so good you could slather it all over your body.
I don’t like those imitation church potlucks where someone goes to WalMart and picks up fried chicken and a deli tray.
I like the old fashioned ones where the food is made by people, not corporations.
People like Mamaw and me.
We took roughly 27 pictures of Mamaw on this day. I have come to the conclusion that it is impossible to get a picture of Mamaw with her eyes open and her mouth smiling at the same time. Impossible.
Mamaw said that even when she was young and beautiful she couldn’t take a picture.
I love Mamaw.
This is Papaw. The food slaughterer.
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