I've been blessed, Grandma Phoebe's been here to taste my corn for the last five years. Says it keeps getting better and better. I don't like to cook, said Michaela. It's your duty, honey. You really don't have a choice. Your grandmother doesn't have any other grands. She's got to give you what was given to her, said Mildred, stirring the black pot slowly. What happens if I don't do it?