For dessert there were fried apple and peach pies, four layer chocolate cake, banana pudding, and fresh churned ice cream, banana and vanilla. Basic, ...simple, home style and as common as dirt, but in my opinion just as necessary to the survival of the world.Everyone ate until they couldn’t hold another bite. The meal took hours because no one was in a hurry and wanted to sample everything. I liked everything but the blackened chicken, which was way too spicy for my stomach. I particularly liked. Becky groaned at my insult but opened her mouth wider for me to fill the trough a second time. On the third round, I decided to make it a contest. Her pretty knees and hands were already covered in mud and anything else sticking to the bottom of a pigpen. She spat the feed into the trough on the other side of the fence, and the pigs nearly knocked her over to get to it. I surmised Becky was expected to bring it all the way across the pig’s sty to make the chore more tedious.“How many trips will. I cried for days.Life went on and I got married. My children though could not claim anyof the estate of the Tsar. Only the true daughters could do that. We hada brother and he supposedly died. You like him have the same gene. Thesister that replaced him escaped with her sisters to England. They choseto remain quiet so not to embarrass their cousin Edward. Most of mydaughters stayed in Germany and married well. My eldest I fought likecat and dog with her. Normally we soon made up. This time. It was so very full though, that struggling to the bar was tedious, and it seemed that I was not the only one who felt that, as I discovered as I was jostled by the person behind me. I turned, ready to give them a sharp word, when I saw it was a 20 something woman, so bit my tongue, saying limply that this was awful. She agreed, and to keep the conversation going, I said it would be better to find a bar elsewhere if it was going to continue like this. To my surprise, she readily agreed and.