Everyone has a tale to tell.
“You learn to forgive (the South) for its sometimes narrow mind and growing pains because it has a huge heart. You forgive (the South) for the stifling summers because the spring is lush and pastel sprinkled, because winter is merciful and brief, because corn bread and sweet tea and fried chicken are every bit as
The acidity of the tomato when combined with a sprinkle of iodized table salt was nearly enough to split my tongue. Which is just the way I like it, and when combined with a generous smear of Duke’s mayonnaise, good bacon, and Capt. John Derst bread makes for about the perfect painting of summer