I’ve only ever heard my father use this term, but I heard it actually happen zillions of times. It seems to be a rural variation of a time-honored southern tradition. Here’s how it goes. Grandma: I don’t know if these (steaming-hot, made from scratch) biscuits are gonna be any good, my baking soda is old. [...]
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For my high school graduation in June of 1984 my granddaddy took me out to eat to the fine dining establishment of my choice. So we went down to the Sonic Drive-In near where he lived in Memphis, just a little ways from the Summer Twin Drive-In Movie Theater. The Sonic was notable because you [...]
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