I remember coming home from school on winter afternoons and being met at the front door by the aroma of Mama’s white beans with ham cooking on the stove. Letting the screen door bang behind me I’d call out, “mmmm, … Continue reading
I remember coming home from school on winter afternoons and being met at the front door by the aroma of Mama’s white beans with ham cooking on the stove. Letting the screen door bang behind me I’d call out, “mmmm, … Continue reading