Yesterday, we discussed how the specter of the Southern grandmother tends to loom large over all her descendants. You're never going to best her biscuits or trump her chicken and dumplings - though you're certainly welcome to try.
Then some of us around Eatocracy HQ got to talking. We won't name names, but a couple of people admitted that actually, their grandma couldn't cook a lick. One didn't care to. Another tried and failed badly - though everyone still had to make a fuss about how good it was. It's not an especially fair expectation, to be sure, but how does or did she measure up to the stereotype of the killer-cookin' granny? (Your secret is safe with us.)
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