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Post by smilinmammie on Aug 12, 2007 12:04:20 GMT -5
Sos last Apreel da Blackfish comes to me all a beastin'. He says, "Honey dip, whatcha gona do to make da Plague da champs in '38?" "Whoadie," I says, "Yous want me to be a bustdown 'n give break out?" "No, no," says, da Blackfish. "Can't yous make some of dat fou dat yo mamma and daddy ate on da plantation whens they pickin' cotton? Dat fou gave dem lots o' powwea to build da nation!" So dur'n da '38 seasin I's makes da team peanut pie, peanut soup, August hams, fufu, hoecakes, grits, cala, hop'n johns, collard greens and otder fine victals. But den befors da series Claude Willoughby stops bys my kitchin. He says, "Mammie, da boyz they goin' up against Harlem. Yous know Harlem is Dutch, sos u plantation food no good for a tradin' peoples." He den says, "Ours boyz needs some good victals like dem merchent Dutch boyz eat. Theya need'n rare chicks and pork - no more plantation food." Sos I changed da Plague diet and da lost four in da roo. Mammie goi'n to give up on cookn' and stick to hoeing.
Smilin' Mammie
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