Posted by Loulou on Sep 16, 2013 | 0 comments

(Don’t even think of coming back here and expecting love and affection!) Well, mama sent an email the other day, waxing poetic, what ever that is, about the food in Texas. Can you believe that? I thought everyone just ate barbeque ribs and baked beans and grits (whatever they are—mama knows; she makes cheese grits that I love to smell when...