Grandmom's House/Reggie Bines/Jounarl 3

I was sometimes over my grandmother house for the weekends. I love when we talk about everything I was a young chap. When I was over my grandmother house, the smells of the food cooking was so fabulous. The smell of the food, I can just taste it in my mouth. She would bake a sweet potato pie that was so tasty, I can still see her peel the sweet potatoes and mix it together. When she cook her chicken and rice on Sunday, just before I go to church with her, I swear we just went outside and took the chicken out of the yard and wrung the chicken neck and pluck the feathers. She cooked the chicken until it was golden brown. The rice taste like we went to China and harvest the rice and flew back because it was cooked to a perfect white rice with a buttery flavor. The time I spent with her on the weekend, no one on this earth can never ever match. She was the one that could tell it like it is and still make you feel good and make you do more than you need to do. She would cooked you some veddles so tasty, spectacular and sophisticated, it had you hyopotized. It was the most tantalizing home cooking ever know to mankind.