A Little Bit Country

There is an old-timey, sure-‘nuf country store just down the road from my house. It’s a real delight, especially because I live in a crowded suburb not far from the heart of downtown Atlanta. Along with fresh summer produce, the tiny enterprise carries those old-fashioned, sugary peppermint sticks, pots of blooming flowers, mile-high cakes made from Grandma’s recipes and even genuine Moon pies. On most days there’s a big iron pot of peanuts (a favorite snack of Southerners) boiling over a fire outside. The store also has a particular specialty that is great fun to peruse — hot sauce. One rustic wall is filled with hundreds of little bottles that have names like Scorned Woman, Meltdown, Liquid Ax — Cuts Even the Toughest Taste Buds,…

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