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“Dese days it look lack somepin t’eat don’t tas’e lack dat we cooked
back yonder. De coffee us used had to be fresh groun’ ever’ day. An’
when it commence to bile, I put dese here knees down on de flo’ befo’ de
fire an’ stir dat coffee for de longes’. Den my gran’ma she hung dat pot
up on dem pot hooks over de fire an’ washed de meat an’ drap it in. Time
she done pick an’ overlook de greens an’ den wrinched ’em in spring
water, de meat was bilin’. Den she take a great big mess of dem fresh
turnip greens an’ squash ’em down in dat pot. Dey jes’ melt down an’ go
to seasonin’.

http://archive.org/stream/slavenarrativesa36020gut/36020-0.txt

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