Dad was a picky eater. Basically, if his mother didn't cook it, it wasn't good enough for him. But what really baffled the rest of us were the exceptions to the rule.
Men in south Arkansas sort of speak like they have gravel in their mouth as they mumble. Dad mumbled pickleloafsandwich all as one word. And, he loved 'em. Not explaining the news, just reporting it.
If you have never had pickle loaf on Roman Meal sandwich bread, good for you.
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