Jelly Fries A Fish For Dinner - Paperback

Hill Booker, Jennifer: - We spent every summer in the Mississippi Delta visiting our grandparents and running barefoot on the red dirt roads. Our earliest memories of fried catfish were at our annual family reunion. Every year our family would all meet up with all our relatives in Charleston, Mississippi, to celebrate our Big Mama's birthday. The celebration was kicked off the Friday before Labor Day with a huge fish fry. Big cast iron pots full of bubbling hot lard would be filled with catfish, brim, perch, buffalo, and french fries. We would eat the piping hot fish on slices of white bread with hot pepper sauce and mustard. Now, our children spend their summers creating their own memories of the Mississippi Delta.Hill Williams, Erin: - We spent every summer in the Mississippi Delta visiting our grandparents and running barefoot on the red dirt roads. Our earliest memories of fried catfish were at our annual family reunion. Every year our family would all meet up with all our relatives in Charleston, Mississippi, to celebrate our Big Mama's birthday. The celebration was kicked off the Friday before Labor Day with a huge fish fry. Big cast iron pots full of bubbling hot lard would be filled with catfish, brim, perch, buffalo, and french fries. We would eat the piping hot fish on slices of white bread with hot pepper sauce and mustard. Now, our children spend their summers creating their own memories of the Mississippi Delta.Merchant, J'Aaron: - J'Aaron is a native of the U.S. Virgin Islands, but has made her home in Northwest Arkansas. As an illustrator she strives to create magical content for children of diverse backgrounds. Her mission is to provide the youth of today a window into themselves, through inspiration, imagination, and illustration.