We are taking a few steps back today to provide more backgound for cooking and eating.
When my Parents first married, in 1936, my Mother could not really cook. Her Stepmother preferred to do the cooking herself so Mother was reduced to being able to make fudge on a hotplate on Friday afternoons. That was fine with my Dad; he loved to cook and had done a lot of it being of of the oldest of his eight brothers and two sisters.
Before they married Mother was teaching in a small town outside of her hometown of Tifton, Georgia, and living in a teacherage with several other teachers. Dad was the Methodist Minister and lived by himself in the Parsonage. The Parsonage yard adjoined the schoolyard. She and Dad had already started courting (every Friday night Dad drove the teachers into Tifton to see a movie and Mother had started always sitting on the front seat with him.) Every day Dad made it very convenient to be hoeing his flowerbed of pansies when Mother brought her students out to pay at recess! They courted over the pansypatch!
The teachers took turns cooking the evening meal for them all to eat. This spelled trouble for Mother; she could not cook! Dad said comforting words; he had a solution:
when it was time to cook supper for the group he slipped into the kitchen at the teacherage and cooked a fine meal! THEN, he went out of the back door and came in the front door to eat with them! cooking and