They wrap around the big-bellied pots just beneath their rims, as if anticipating their fullness once packed with cured meats, lard or pickled cucumbers.
He added that the salted meat " barrel ... and the icy chilliness of winter cold rooms saw many a northern colonial family through what might otherwise have been a disastrous year" .
For the spice rub, Meemaw had him drive to New Orleans to buy ground coffee from Cafe Du Monde, and seven ounces of something called " holy ghost root" from a voodoo woman named Madam Laveau.