My husband enjoyed the usual down-home plates that almost every other black person I knew who had southern roots enjoyed. I usually planned our meals so that I didn’t have to come home from work and then scramble around the kitchen trying to decide what to cook. I was not the kind of homemaker who would fiddle around with microwave plates unless I had to. When greens were on the menu, I took the time to pick and wash them the night before. I always made sure I had thawed out a chicken in time for me to cook it for dinner, and if I was going to make some cornbread, I made sure I had all of the ingredients at my disposal. My daughter, Charlotte, didn’t appreciate my hard work in the kitchen, but that didn’t bother me. She was no different from most of the other kids her age. She hated almost everything I cooked, so at least once a week, if she’d been good, I ordered a pizza or took her out for a fast-food treat. After I’d left Rhoda at the hospital, I stopped at the grocery store and picked up all of the things that I needed to prepare one of Pee Wee’s favorite meals.
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