Most of my memories of my childhood revolve around the dinner table.  There were six of us in our immediate family but somehow there were always more people at the table. My siblings or myself always had a friend or two over, and if any adult happened to be nearby, they were at the table too. It was common knowledge in our small town that mama cooked and cooked plenty, every night.  We had a long farmhouse style table with benches on each ... View the Post