I wrote a poem a couple years ago, after my great grandmother died. It was about the food most associated with grief for me: the sandwich platters (stacks of white or wheat bread, stacks of ham & cheese spiraled out on a tray, big crystal bowls of mayo) that are the funeral tradition of my hometown in southeast Nebraska. cassey.dev/posts/2020-0…
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I wrote a poem a couple years ago, after my great grandmother died. It was about the food most associated with grief for me: the sandwich platters (stacks of white or wheat bread, stacks of ham & cheese spiraled out on a tray, big crystal bowls of mayo) that are the funeral tradition of my hometown in southeast Nebraska. cassey.dev/posts/2020-0…
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