There were times when my sisters and I had to feed ourselves. Momma and Pop would go off to work, hunt, fish, or whatever, and we had to prepare a meal to get us through the hours they were gone.
“Y’all gotta fend fo’ ya’self ’til we gets back,” Momma would say as she headed out the door. But most times we didn’t see this as a chore. We’d have some fun “stirrin’ up sumpem dat was belly fillin’ fo’ da meantime.”
Momma and Pop had taught us well how to