Coconut Cake

Old Time Cast Iron

I always celebrated Christmas at Mammie’s house. A great family gathering would be incomplete with out Mammie and Good-Daddy arguing a little over the table. Good-Daddy had a terrible habit of cleaning his false teeth at the dinner table. I always giggled when Good-Daddy would stink his tongue at her. Yes, a 60 year old man sticking it to his wife. That’s how we rolled.

Mammie had such a beautiful farm table decorated with wonderful dishes of food. When everyone was in the living room talking about politics or gossiping about people, I would be in the kitchen chowing down on the dumplings. Mammie never minded and giggled. I’m sure if she was me at the tender age of 7, she would have done the same thing. I felt it was important for me to taste each dumpling, just in case one was not made to quality standards. During dinner…

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