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... Mammy set the plates before her mistress, golden-topped biscuts, breast of fried chicken and a yellow yam opened and steaming with melted butter dripping from it.
In her large black hands was a tray upon which food smoked, two large yams covered with butter, a pile of buckwheat cakes dripping syrup, and a slice of ham swimming in gravy.
At a distance great enough to keep the smoke away from the guests were the long pits where the meats cooked and the huge iron wash-pots from which the succulent odors of barbecue sauce and Brunswickstew floated.
Over behnd the barns there was always another barbeque pit, where the house servants and the coachmen and maids of the guests had their own feast of hoecakes and yams and chittlings, that dish of hog entrails so dear to negro hearts, and in season, watermelons enough to satiate.
Melly blushed, unaccustomed to such frankness, and signaled Peter to bring in the sweet potato pie.








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