Chapter 6. Did I say I love food?
My love of food started in my childhood when my mother or step dad, Pappy- would make delectable foods like collard greens, hot water corn bread, fried chicken or barbecue ribs. My love of food was reinforced by Pappy’s runs to the commissary and the sight of the white butcher paper package that I knew held a pound of freshly sliced salami.
Food was the healthiest thing about my family life, even if by today’s standards the food wasn’t always healthy. We ate lots of meat that came out of a seasoned cast iron skillet. We had spam with our eggs for breakfast. There were mini bags of chips for me to put in my lunch everyday and sometimes hostess cup cakes!
My parents often ate fancier food than us and they always ate in the living room while we ate in the kitchen. To be fair, I don’t think there was enough room for them when 5 of us kids were still at home, but then they got used to it. They would have T-bone steaks when we had meat loaf. I would clear their plates so I could gnaw on the bones that still tasted of salt and Worcestershire. I still keep Worcestershire Sauce in my fridge, although I never cook steak.
As a child on my own it was the joy of sunflower seeds packed in my cheek-gleefully spitting shells all over the yard or walking back from the store having spent my 50 cent allowance on a black licorice straw or a can of Cactus Cooler.
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