Jimmy
“He liked the smoky flavor the charcoal gave the meat. On Saturday evenings the smell produced by charcoal grills was a common aroma in the neighborhoods of Piney Grove. Daddy was a staunch believer in the superior cooking qualities of charcoal. He vowed that the day he switched to a gas grill would be the day he joined the Methodist church. Jimmy assumed all Methodists cooked on gas grills.
To eat his hamburger, Jimmy first cut the meat and bun in half. He left one half bare—meat and bun only s...o he could enjoy the meat without other flavors. He loaded the other half with ketchup, mayonnaise, mustard, cheese, pickles, lettuce, onions, and tomato until it was a challenge to open his mouth wide enough to take a bite.
Mama could cook hamburgers just as good as Daddy. Jimmy and Max each ate two, followed by a piece of apple pie. Jimmy pushed away his empty plate like Daddy did when he finished a big serving of fried catfish.
“That was good,” he said.
“Yes, Mrs. Mitchell,” Max added.MoreLess
To eat his hamburger, Jimmy first cut the meat and bun in half. He left one half bare—meat and bun only s...o he could enjoy the meat without other flavors. He loaded the other half with ketchup, mayonnaise, mustard, cheese, pickles, lettuce, onions, and tomato until it was a challenge to open his mouth wide enough to take a bite.
Mama could cook hamburgers just as good as Daddy. Jimmy and Max each ate two, followed by a piece of apple pie. Jimmy pushed away his empty plate like Daddy did when he finished a big serving of fried catfish.
“That was good,” he said.
“Yes, Mrs. Mitchell,” Max added.MoreLess
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