Mrs. McGruder began to serve the main dish. Food had often been a problem for me when I began to attend school. Until then, I, like my sisters, had been brought up on Mrs. Fennel's special recipes.
Even afterward, our dinners at home were different from the food we ate in restaurants because of the herbs she employed in everything.
Ironically, perhaps, sweets and what my classmates called junk food never appealed to me, and when I ate them, I was always disappointed.
All of us thought there was something magical in what Mrs. Fennel served the family. Even though I felt confident that there was not, I was nervous about being away from her food.
On the other hand, I knew that once my sisters left our home to be on their own, they no longer needed anything "magical" to eat. I hoped I had reached that point, too, despite my leaving prematurely.
