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tuna fish

I grew up with two sets of grandparents. The requisite two sets that people grew up with in the 1960s and 1970s. On my mother's side of the family there were the Lauterbachs - Mama Jean and Papa Harry. They lived "in town" in Hope, Arkansas. They liked to play cards with their friends Helen and Lynn. Mama Jean was (and still is) famous for her chicken spaghetti. My grandparents on the Bobo side were Grandma (Jewell) and Grandpa (Rex), and they lived out Highway 29, about 12 miles south of Hope. Grandma was (and still is) famous for her chicken-and-dressing. Both of my grandmothers were great cooks, and they seemed to enjoy nothing more than having large groups of their children and their children's children running around eating whatever they cooked. At Grandma's house, I can remember being asked if I wanted light bread or cornbread, buttermilk or sweet milk.  Sweet tea versus unsweet tea was never an issue, because the tea was alwayssweet.

Another food memory i…


Last week, Mr. Beers and I had a one-day work week. We found out during the previous weekend that Wayne's uncle had passed away, so we spent the remainder of the weekend and all day Monday working, tying up loose ends, and making arrangements to go to Hicksville, New York.

Though the trip was for the saddest of ocassions, it was also for the sweetest of reasons: to celebrate the life of someone who was dearly loved with family members who genuinely enjoy each other's company. It reminds me of one of my favorite lines from Steel Magnolias. Truvy says, "Laughter through tears is my favorite emotion."

After days of laughter, tears, hugs and kisses,  and lots of family stories, we eventually made it back to San Antonio - to home and to W. D. Deli. You know this already, but I'll say it anyway: There's no place like home. Your own bed. Your own pillow. Just. The. Best.

In much the same sense, at least for us, there's no place like W. D. Deli. This great old h…