You just reminded me of something, Dave. When I was carrying Sara Jean...or was it Jeremy..I don't rightly remember. But, anyway...that was all I craved was souse meat sandwiches or on saltines, with some good ole hoop cheese...Lord...DO ..have mercy!!!
Mama...said....we don't want to "bite em"....LOL!!! I love you, Mama!! LOL!!
I know, Johnny....I would have never thought about going to the track without those goodies!! And for some reason....they always tasted better there, than at home...LOL
Never quite heard it called "rooter to tooter" LOL But I do know, that it was a means of what you could, and could not afford. There were many times, when my Momma who worked in a Cotton Mill...had to do the best she could with 5 children. We didn't complain, we just ate it. But there again...like I've always said...Momma could have boiled a dishrag..and made it taste like Chicken and Pastry! No, I don't eat like that anymore. BUT....Momma taught me how to survive...should the need ever arise...and for that I AM grateful....
You, my dear JAck...are killing me here..LOL I remember when we raised pigs, and it came that time, the kids would chase them down...and off they came with a box cutter..and then cover it up with that blue ointment or medicine...whatever it was..LOL
