The craftsmanship is stunning
There was even dancing
The fun continued up the road in Lebanon where Brent was preparing bananna, peanut butter and honey sandwiches — grilled, Elvis style.
There was even brief history & geography lessons from the girls
And lunch with the entire crew
After lunch and cups of Barista Brent’s brew
Sweet Miz Campbell. “I don’t believe I would have recognized you,” she said. Since I last saw her, Miz Campbell lost her husband and her son. In fact, she’s outlived all three of her children. “He was never sick a day in his life,” Miz Campbell said of her son Richard, who died recently of a massive heart attack. “My mind ain’t much,” she added, “but I’d like to keep what little I got.” She’s sharp enough to tell me the steps to making her famous fried apple pies: “I make a biscuit dough and roll it out to the thickness I want. I use self-rising flour. I cut me a square about yea-big. I put me a cup of dried apples, seasoned with sugar and cinnamon. Then I fold it over. Some people use a fork to squeeze it off but I always use my hands. Get the grease real hot. I just use Crisco and fry them up in a Teflon pan.”
Miz Campbell told me one more thing: “I haven’t put my teeth in since the last time you was here. My granddaughter told me to be sure and wear my teeth when you came to visit.”