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Smearcase

Beulah Fern hated smearcase. Hated it worse than fried mush, worse than turnip greens, hated everything about it: the way it tastes, smells, looks, feels in her mouth. Schmeirkase, the Germans call it. Scotch-Irish Appalachia white trash called it smearcase, … Continue reading

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