We had a handful of weeknight dishes that seemed to get served with boring regularity. But those don’t stand out. The ones that stand out most in my memories are things like the burnt toast and buttermilk my grandpa would eat at every meal, crawfish from a sack of in south LA, scrapple, Grammies vittles made with Copes dried corn, hunt camp dinners with hot slaw and creamed lettuce, and quite a few others.
“Life is life and fun is fun, but it's all so quiet when the goldfish die.”
