I love chickens and have good memories of my Aunt Allie's chickens that flew up in the big water oaks at night. Aunt Allie let me get the eggs. I am 67 so that was a day or so ago. Oh how I love chickens. She fried them deliciously too.
I really identify with all coffee drinkers. Many years of memories center around cups of coffee. My dad brewed his by boiling the pot on the stove then when it was bubbly he would take it off the stove and shake it a little to get the grounds settled. The strong brew was delicious. My husband...