The stupidest story you will read all month

RoseRed

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GregV814

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Boy, you guys think you had it bad with food smells..... My maternal grandmother grew up in rural poverty-stricken Tifton County Georgia. Born in about 1906, she had NOTHING. NOTHING. She raised my mother and aunt under the worst of times with the Depression, WWII alone. Every time she came to our house, she'd drag my mother to the Farmers Market at 4th & Florida NE and buy the most bizarre stinkiest foods, vegetables, and boil the hellout of it. On winter days the windows would steam up and even the clothes we wore had a liver/okra/turnip smell...
 
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Merlin99

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We do that pretty often because I don't let anyone eat off of my plate and I don't eat off of theirs.
Never had it with bacon before. May have to try that next time.
I don't put bacon in it, but I cook it in bacon drippings.
 

jrt_ms1995

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... My maternal grandmother grew up in rural poverty-stricken Tifton County Georgia. Born in about 1906, she had NOTHING. NOTHING. ...
Not true; they had plenty of dirt and clay to survive on. Least my grandparents said they did.
 

Merlin99

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Boy, you guys think you had it bad with food smells..... My maternal grandmother grew up in rural poverty-stricken Tifton County Georgia. Born in about 1906, she had NOTHING. NOTHING. She raised my mother and aunt under the worst of times with the Depression, WWII alone. Every time she came to our house, she'd drag my mother to the Farmers Market at 4th & Florida NE and buy the most bizarre stinkiest foods, vegetables, and boil the hellout of it. On winter days the windows would steam up and even the clothes we wore had a liver/okra/turnip smell...
I’ll take every one of those before chitlins
 

gemma_rae

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Boy, you guys think you had it bad with food smells..... My maternal grandmother grew up in rural poverty-stricken Tifton County Georgia. Born in about 1906, she had NOTHING. NOTHING. She raised my mother and aunt under the worst of times with the Depression, WWII alone. Every time she came to our house, she'd drag my mother to the Farmers Market at 4th & Florida NE and buy the most bizarre stinkiest foods, vegetables, and boil the hellout of it. On winter days the windows would steam up and even the clothes we wore had a liver/okra/turnip smell...
Florida Ave Market? That's where my great aunt Hypatia shopped. I know she had to get the chicken feet and cabbage.
 

gemma_rae

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I’ll take every one of those before chitlins
Geez, My Pops ate them when he was little. It was all they could afford during the big one.

I almost got a spanking the time I threw his souse in the trash. Luckily the dog ate it and :barf:it back up. Maw-maw saw it and said "Look dear, it's over there on the floor" Phew! I was lucky that day!
 
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