Everybody who made them in my family died years ago, but I remember them fondly. I decided to make a pot a couple years ago and my takeaway is this: that shit is LABOR. I’ve never worked harder or longer to cook anything. Those elders who made them loved the hell out of you.
Everybody who made them in my family died years ago, but I remember them fondly. I decided to make a pot a couple years ago and my takeaway is this: that shit is LABOR. I’ve never worked harder or longer to cook anything. Those elders who made them loved the hell out of you.
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Actual Americans: “Vegas, baby!”