Anybody that has read my work for a minute knows who my biggest influence was in the kitchen. Her repertoire wasn’t huge, but Granny taught me the basics. As a child, I learned through her to cook with my senses—taste, smell, touch and sight—rather than by following a recipe as if it were a volatile science experiment. […]
There are some foods that get no public respect. I am not saying that they should, only that they don’t. Meanwhile, many Goat-ropin, cedar-chopping Rednecks and other Human-American subspecies often referred to as White Trash secretly can’t get enough of them. Don’t be offended, people. I am referring also to myself as I recall Hanibal […]
In the South, we have a particular fondness for using terms of endearment, and we don’t reserve them just for those close to us. We use them everywhere, at all times, and to anyone. If we don’t know your real name, we’ll call you Sugar, Sweetheart, Sweetie, or Darlin’. If we know your real name, […]
Idle minds are the Devil’s playground. It’s true. I know from personal experience. Used to be that when I would get bored, I would paint stuff. Pictures, or t-shirts, my toenails, or the walls of my kitchen. Then I discovered Ebay, Amazon, and Craigslist. Boredom resulted in late night purchases of things I never knew […]
I was never good at math. Like most girls, I excelled in verbal acrobatics and science, but math and history were, well, Greek to me. Not surprising, I guess, since so much of what we know of math was first contemplated, theorized, solved, and proved thousands of years ago in ancient Greece. Of course, there […]
I went to high school with a guy named Rhett…Rhett was a nice guy, and a good guy, and had a phone number I will never forgot. To make sure that number doesn’t become the next 867-5309, I won’t share all of it with you, but the last four digits spelled out S-N-O-B. For some […]
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