Lagniappe

Lagniappe

My dad used to tell the story of how when he was a boy growing up in New Orleans during the great depression, his mother would send him to the corner grocery on Mondays with a silver quarter* to buy ingredients for dinner. His instructions were to buy a pound of red...

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