Black eyed peas

I told yall that I would tell you about the black eyed peas that Crip could cook. We had a wood burning stove and it got really hot in the summer time when he cooked. He would open the windows, but the breeze did little to cool the house. No electricity, no fan, no air conditioning, but we were ignorant of all that. All we had ever known was the gentle breeze to cool us in the summer and a wood fire to warm us at night. My parents may have known that they were hot or cold, but us three boys thought that everything was good. Talk to yall later