Rich: The high cost of Crisco

From the car, I toted in bags of heavy groceries. I have become my mama. Mama mostly bought staples: five-pound sacks of flour and cornmeal as well as gallon jugs of sweet milk and buttermilk. Whenever I took her grocery shopping, she would pop outta the car and sashay toward the screen door, saying, “Ronda, bring in my groceries.” I’d bring them in, all the while complaining, “You buy the…