When I went to my house in Baltimore you knew when we were having a cook out. When you went to the porch with out even walking in a wave of food hit you in the face. Your mouth start to water but to me that's how I know I'm home.
All you want to do is take a little bit but my mother with her strong new york accent always said '' wait until company comes over''. I dreaded hearing those words I just wanted a little bite that's all. To make matter worse I now not to do but I do it any way I look in the kitchen. I saw food in every comer of the table and trust me all the family we feed its a big table
. I Look in the refrigerator it was pack black I peas fried chicken and mac an cheese sweet potatoes sweet potatoes pie pork chops ribs and much much more. We had and many more and the smell of food well make you go mad mad I tell you mad.
But now I smell a different smell a smell I knew well a look over and my mother is holding my favorite food right out the oven. The a up side down pineapple cake. It was nice and hot sweetest pineapple I ever seen it nice and moist almost like a slice of heaven when you tasted It look so good it would make a fat man cry . It was official It was being torched. Now all I have to do is wait till my family come over hope fully ill make .
WISH ME LUCK
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