We always had some sort of bread in the house—with every meal and for snacks. If we had gravy with a meal, we had biscuits. And sometimes when we didn’t have gravy, we had biscuits anyway.
Most days we worked right up to sunset. And as the sun fell low, Momma would be thinking about fixing supper. She would yell from across the yard to me: “Sallie Ann, go catch dat fire in da stove fo’ me so dat oven can be hot by da time I get deh.”
“Yes ma’am,” I would answer, then drop my