The Mississippi and Me

The Mississippi and Me Chapter One

The Big Muddy seemed very familiar to me . It was strange that I felt like we had known each other all our lives. I pulled the grapes and the cheese that I packed this morning with a little homestyle lemonade and a chocolate chip scone from my satchel. I offered up some of my lunch to Big Muddy but she declined and said that her belly was full. She said “nah girl, I got to tell you about that catfish that I had last night. Is that biscuit fresh? Although you want to give it that fancy name. Girl , down here in these parts, down here in the Delta we have every kindna’ biscuits, cakes and other cuisine known to man. People come from far and wide to learn from our cooks and experience good eatin.