Good Things to Come
I’m seven years old, and the yeasty smell of baking rolls hangs heavy in the air at my great-aunts Minnie and Selma’s apartment. Soon there will be fried chicken on the table, red potato salad napped with warm bacon drippings, the finest high-summer corn. And then: peach pie with a sprinkling of sugar on top, blackberry pie, and banana cream pie, too, because it’s Dad’s favorite. And for me—especially for me!–a white layer cake with creamy coconut frosting. This is the special meal my great-aunts always prepare during our annual visit, but this year I’m old enough to anticipate what’s coming. And that makes it infinitely sweeter.
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