Harper Lee, 1960
"We're not through yet. There'll be an appeal, you can count on that. Gracious alive, Cal, what's all this?" [Atticus] was staring at his breakfast plate.
Calpurnia said, "Tom Robinson's daddy sent you along this chicken this morning. I fixed it."
"You tell him I'm proud to get it--bet they don't have chicken for breakfast in the White House. What are these?"
"Rolls," said Calpurnia. "Estelle down at the hotel sent'em."
Atticus looked up at her, puzzled, and she said, "You better step out here and see what's in the kitchen, Mr. Finch."
We followed him. The kitchen table was loaded with enough food to bury the family: hunks of salt pork, tomatoes, beans, even scuppernongs. Atticus grinned when he found a jar of pickled pigs' knuckles. "Reckon Aunty'll let me eat these in the diningroom?"