Josephina Louise Ballou, to the familiar Mama Jo, lived her every day on Chickasaw Creek. Part Choctaw, she learned to cook at Pa’s two-burner and drink at Gram’s still. Ted’s first meal in pre-reconstruction Chickasaw was at her 18-seat diner.
"I don’t care if the sauce comes from her own tit - that Croque-monsieur is worth a man’s sense of sight." For the record, Mama Jo’s Béchamel called for milk from the teat of an actual, never figurative, heifer.