COWETA COOKS
night ride. A most understated guy,
for work, and I finished some of the
Nelson could handle a steering wheel’s
dishes; that she turned me loose on
turn with the palm of his hand. Until
the range always surprises me.
his death, he cared for my cars while I lived in Monroe.
In summer, our lunches, like those of most people we knew, centered around
their cornmeal bath. Today, I never tire of squash casserole. We had the dish yearround and Mother canned and later froze unending bags of it. Nowadays,
Most mornings, my mother had a
the garden. Tomato sandwiches suited
list of chores for me. If rain came, I
me just fine for days on end, but
could gladly read. Sometimes I could
Mother demanded more complicated
catch an hour to lie in the sun and
fare. In early summer, we seemed to
find as they give a more concentrated
read, my small leather Philco radio
have beans and squash or squash and
flavor without the seeds. Currently, I
was always a fine companion. Mother
beans daily. My favorite preparation
steam rather than boil the squash to
often started our lunch before she left
was the frying of slices of squash after
make them less water logged.
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delicious yellow squash is sold yearround. I like the smallest variety I can