I suppose that everyone has unique memories of their mother, living or deceased. Mothers are strange creatures, and each one is unique. My mother died many years ago at age 59. She was walking down the hallway at home and fell dead.
She was not an educated person, but then one doesn’t have to be educated to be a mother. She did the best she could with what she had to do with and we all survived.
The one thing that sticks in my mind is fried chicken and gravy. Nobody could cook fried chicken like she did and absolutely no one could make cream gravy like her. To this day, I do not eat cream gravy because I still hold on to what it is really supposed to taste like.
It took about an hour to fry a chicken in a cast iron skillet. It was always crispy. She would drain the skillet, but leave little bits of chicken crispies in the skillet. Then she would make gravy. When you add that to real massed potatoes, you have a meal that lasts a lifetime.
To this day, I would give thousands of dollars for some of that fried chicken and gravy.
No, I would not share. Not even a bite.
To all - Happy Mothers Day.
PMO
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