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Like the title? That's what my grandmother, Micky, used to call this soup. The only thing is, the little package of smoked ham hocks I bought for this put me back $7.00, so I'm not so sure it applies any more. Maybe we should call it "Doing Okay if I Can Afford $7 for Ham Hocks" Soup.
I had a hankering for this yesterday. And yes, that's something else Grandma taught me.
My guess is that you don’t eat too many red beans. I say that because aside from my family, and people I have converted through force-feeding, I can’t say I’ve met too many people whose eyes light up at the mention of “red beans.”[...]
On the first Sunday of every month, right after our church’s second service, the men storm upstairs and spring into action. While the women chat and laugh and make a leisurely climb up from the sanctuary, those men start tossing chairs and tables[...]
My grandmother, Maxine, was the best cook I’ve ever known, and the most instinctive. I don’t believe I ever saw her checking a recipe; in fact, I don’t think she owned a cookbook. No food scales for that woman; no careful leveling[...]