Gramma and Aunt Connie were the cooks in the family. There was always something good cooking. When I was in high school I used to work at the grocery store at the end of the block. Aunt Connie used to stop in to shop and would always ask what time was my break so she could have hot food waiting for me. I can still smell the tacos as I entered through the back door to the kitchen.
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