Noel walked forlornly into the kitchen. His mother was busy, but she stopped long enough to look into his big , brown eyes and hug him."Mommy," Noel began, "I feel like..."He rubbed his tummy and she knew the next few likely words."Like gully picking?" she asked with a smile.Noel's face brightened and he smiled too."Yes!" he said excitedly. "What's for breakfast?"Andica gave the batter a final stir."We're having banana panny cakes.""Oh yummy!" Noel squealed.The plopping yellow grits provided a friendly reminder."There is yellow grits, " she continued, "tuna salad on a bed of lettuce and...""Oh no! Not again!" Noel groaned. "Why do we have to eat so much tuna?""Tuna is brain food!" Andica replied. "Okay, I'll tell you what. I'll make some tuna concoction."Quickly Andica gathered the spices and other ingredients. Noel lingered, wondering what his mother would do or say next."We'll have some tea too. Do you want soursop leaf, pear leaf or mint leaf tea?" she asked."Mommy," Noel whispered, "can we have some of the tonic tea you gave Daddy the other day?""What tonic?" Andica asked, pretending surprise."You know the one to give him the extra umph.""What?" Andica gasped."Okay then since you don't remember. I mean strong back, five finger and love vine," Noel replied."Oh that!" Andica chuckled. "Small pitcher have big ears. That tea is for special occasions."Disappointed, Noel turned to leave. Andica called him back."Guess what," Andica said. "I'll make a special tonic for my growing boy. Go to the backyard and pick a few blades of fever grass. Stop by the sour orange tree. See if any sours there ripe and pick some of the leaves."Before long, the family gathered and they sat down to a steaming breakfast of yellow grits, tuna patties , banana panny cakes and a special blend of tea.Andica had just settled down to relax and catch her breath when Reyuda burst into the kitchen. She was panting, sweating profusely and eager to open the refrigerator. Reyuda waited for the permission signal. After Reyuda had cleaned up, she tried again."You can get one sandwich," Andica said emphatically.Reyuda searched diligently. Tired of peanut butter or jam, she chose bologna. However, there was no mustard, mayonnaise, catsup or hot sauce."What do you call a bologna sandwich without relish?" she wondered aloud in a sarcastic tone."Slam bam! That's what we used to call it," Andica remarked. "Take it or leave it.""What can I drink to wash it down? Reyuda asked politely."Water," her mother responded sternly.Reyuda knew what she would tell the tribe. After opening the screen door to the kitchen, Reyuda turned to her mother with a final question."What are we having for dinner?"Andica, with eyes closed and a poker face said,"Mutton.""Nuttin?" Reyuda pondered."We have to go scrounging. Get the line, hook and sinker and the conch slop. Halfie to everyone who gat ripe dilly in the dilly nest. No nutting for my sandwich. Go get yer own. Mommy say she is cooking nuttin for dinner!"