I further bargained to give the first half of my other pound of bacon if she'd cook the second half for me to eat.

She cooked my share of the bacon and set it and the corn bread on the table.

I ate heartily for a while, but after two or three slices of the bacon, I was fed up on it.
She hadn't cooked enough of the grease out of it.

I began feeding this bacon to a pickininny who sat beside me.
"Man, don't give away your meat," the mammy said.

I told her that I had had all I wanted.