I'm late for dinner. I should have posted this last Monday. It's past time to blog about five foods. I have read some of my other friends' work. They make me hungry and make me think. I think I will refer you to my other blog, A Thousand Wonders, for this week. A Thousand Wonders is the place where I am blogging my writing process as I craft some stories into a novel. This week's prompt here goes well with my last post about going home while thinking about the food of that place.
Here's a bit, with way more than five foods:
Pecan and chess pie for holidays. Homecoming meant pimento-cheese sandwiches, fried chicken, potato salad, and deviled eggs. Every time someone set down a platter or dish, the wood would sag a bit. I always worried for the food. Brunswick stew cooked up in a big iron cauldron over a wood fire under my tree. Grandy stroking and stirring and scraping with a boat paddle he used just for stew. People would come from all around on a Brunswick stew day, bringing Mason jars and appetites. Nobody ever went hungry at Grandy and Memma’s house. Bourne, back then, saw too many hungry people though.
To read more you can visit A Thousand Wonders - Food Takes You Back. To start at the beginning of my writing process, go here instead and read up.