I began keeping a home when I married at twenty far away from the red clay kingdom and let me tell you...it was not a fairytale. It was a land where there was no sweet tea, grits or Blue Plate mayo. There was not a meat and three eating establishment a.n.y. w.h.e.r.e. so I had to dig deep and figure out how to feed my new husband. I had to shop for food. I look back at my time wandering around the store putting random items in my buggy and hang my head in shame. Thank goodness I've learned a ...
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