Cutting shortening to make a pie,

Whipping up biscuits in the blink of an eye,

Cold shocking tomatoes to peel and to jar,

Draining off grease and stirring in chard.

Baking and basting and stewing a roast,

Cracking eggs to scramble and adding some toast.


I cannot make fruit crepes’ or cheese soufflé,

But give me a skillet and step away.


The skill that was passed on to me,

Has served me well and soon you shall see,

A meal of biscuits, fried chicken and grits,

Will grace your plate in two shakes of a stick.


Cut up the chicken,

Knead the dough,

Flour on the floor, with a long way to go,

Chopping and dicing turn down the boil,

A simmer will do now leave it a while.

It isn’t fancy, it isn’t hard,

The kitchen is hot,

We eat in the yard.


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