I called our new priest the other afternoon and asked, “How are you doing?” He answered with one word, “Starving”, so I told him it was fat Monday at the Vickers household and he was welcome to come over. He asked “What are we cooking?” to which I replied cracklin’ bread, collard greens, smoked hippo hocks and black eyed peas, rice, and fried fresh pork side. All that was needed from there was what time the feeding frenzy was to start.
I like to ‘feed the preacher’, and remember this being a southern tradition.
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