Abstract
In this essay, I perform a doubled-story, a double-accented tale of the dialogic process of Mrs. Womble, a lifelong resident of Chatham County and Chapel Hill, North Carolina, telling her memories of homeplace. What follows is a rough account of discovering through conversation, taste, and time—all dialogical components—what homeplacemeans to Mrs. Womble and, through and with her, to myself. I hope to trouble in this telling the production and consumption of narrative, place and space, home, and food.
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