Source of My Inspiration

When I was a kid, the lady next door would always make a pot of beans. I remember the smell and taste of those beans. As a kid, I did not like them. As an adult, it takes me to a warm memory.

This year I stopped at the barbecue place in East Texas. Those beans took me back to the memory of the lady next door who made a pot of beans.

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