My mom wasn’t much of a cook but I loved when she made seafood boils, put newspaper all over the table and we ate it all with hands.
My dad made Chicken Kiev it was so good.
Maternal grandma made fried chicken, and gave us bags of pecans, she would sit on the porch with her boyfriend for hours while they shelled pecans and talked.
Paternal grandma I remember oyster dressing at Christmas, yum. And I remember her lighting cigarettes on the gas stove.
Emmylou Harris wrote two that are so beautiful and so sad, if you need to cry, Boulder to Birmingham:
"I don’t want to hear a sad song full of heartbreak and desire
The last time I felt like this, I was in the wilderness, and the canyon was on fire
And I stood on the mountain in the night and I watched it burn, I watched it burn"
And also in the same song she sings - “well you really got me this time, and the hardest part is knowing I’ll survive” wow.
If that somehow doesn’t work, Red Dirt Girl might.
"She loved her brother, I remember back when
He was fixing up a 49 Indian
Told her, little sister gonna ride the wind, up around the moon and back again
Well he never got farther than Vietnam, I was standing there with her when the telegram come for Lillian
Now he’s lying somewhere about a million miles from Meridian "