The subject at breakfast was food,food like our Mommas cooked.
It just seemed the food was better.
Take Momma's biscuits,is there anything as good?I'm sure other biscuits are just as good or better but the memory of her biscuits I guess make them seem better.
We all have memories like this.
Take Daddy's way of cooking hamburgers,dipping the bun in the grease before they are finished seem so delicious but in reality maybe it was a good memory not the food.
Memories are like this,sweeter not because of the food,but the love that lingers on.
It just seemed the food was better.
Take Momma's biscuits,is there anything as good?I'm sure other biscuits are just as good or better but the memory of her biscuits I guess make them seem better.
We all have memories like this.
Take Daddy's way of cooking hamburgers,dipping the bun in the grease before they are finished seem so delicious but in reality maybe it was a good memory not the food.
Memories are like this,sweeter not because of the food,but the love that lingers on.
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