Wow... Thanks guys for the nice comments, but it's just a damn omelette.
If I was classically trained I guess it would have been my grannies, my momma and her sisters, namely Aunt Kat. They were all good cooks.
Me and my cousins would get back from hunting rabbits and squirrels on the family farm. We would be cold and hungry. While my cousins were all sitting around the fireplace warming up, I would always go in the kitchen and see what all the wimmins were cooking up, hoping to get a bite to eat. They all loved Sara Jo's little toe headed boy.
