Thursday, July 28, 2005

...slowly she turned: butterbeans! the literature

...slowly she turned: butterbeans! the literature: "When I am dead and in my grave,
No more butterbeans will I crave.
And on my tombstone I want it wrote
10,000 butterbeans went down my throat!"

Butterbeans, field peas, chicken pastry, and cream corn - New southern conscientiousness never tasted so good.

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