I was at my parents’ house this weekend, along with my youngest brother and his family and my sister and her family. After church on Sunday, there was a rush to the kitchen to get children fed – all seven of my parents’ grandchildren, four of whom are under the age of four. PB&J’s, hot dogs, tortillas and melted cheese — we quickly had seven hungry children sitting at the table to eat. Then it was the adults’ turn. I dug around my mother’s fridge and came up with a container of pimento cheese.
