With the biscuits cut out, he set to putting them on a baking sheet; a shadow of a frown crossing his features on her questions.
"Growin' up, I didn't pay much attention to what my mom was doin' in the kitchen. I'd help out once in awhile, but I never learned what I should have."
The sheet of biscuits goes into the oven and Bill picks up the plastic chicken kitchen timer on the counter and sets it.
"It wasn't 'til later, when I realized I wasn't gonna have anyone takin' care of me, that I went back an' asked her to show me how."
Pulling out a pot, he starts the burner on the stove and begins making Southern style gravy.
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With the biscuits cut out, he set to putting them on a baking sheet; a shadow of a frown crossing his features on her questions.
"Growin' up, I didn't pay much attention to what my mom was doin' in the kitchen. I'd help out once in awhile, but I never learned what I should have."
The sheet of biscuits goes into the oven and Bill picks up the plastic chicken kitchen timer on the counter and sets it.
"It wasn't 'til later, when I realized I wasn't gonna have anyone takin' care of me, that I went back an' asked her to show me how."
Pulling out a pot, he starts the burner on the stove and begins making Southern style gravy.
"Sometimes y'just need a little bit of home."