"This little light of mine." My grandmother sang everyday, the mornings were when she was at her most holy. No matter what ached, no matter what pained, she sang. A litany of soprano gospel notes flowed from the kitchen doorway to the back room where the screen door stayed ajar. "All in my . . .
There's a little bakery here in Atlanta that sells pastries filled with blackberry or fig jam. They are simply exquisite little gems that are baked into a pillow like brioche and are sheer heaven that you can hold in your hand. Over the weekend I went to work on recreating these treats at home using . . .
Hot- look that word up on your phone's dictionary app and there's a picture of Atlanta I promise you. Hot Mess- look that word up and you'll likely see a picture of me trying my best not to melt in this heat. It's been about 156 degrees with a little cool down in the evenings to about 105, so that's . . .
Blueberry by the hand with a bucket and a bush, was a song that Ms. Mattie used to sing to my daughter as an infant. I'm not sure how it goes and perhaps it was something she came up with. Yet, sometimes I hear my daughter humming that same tune and I'll ask her what she's singing, . . .
There was immense excitement as we tore open a large brown box. My son had no idea what it housed, just that it looked like a present and most presents are for him. As I pulled out another box, he gave me an odd look, one of slight disappointment as this boxes showed no sign of it contents . . .
"You have to cook the grits first" she'd say as she bent down, reaching for the cabinet by the stove to hand me a pot. "Use this one"I'd stare at the small pot quizzically, a bit unsure of how to correctly proceed at "cooking the grits first". After about 10 seconds of inaction, she'd say- . . .
Growing up in the South you become familiar with BBQ before you can even say the word BBQ. For me it was the whole hog variety, smoked all day over the fire. In North Carolina, BBQ means whole hog, not sauce or beef ribs or even chicken. So it's taken me a while to acclimate to the term in reference . . .
I'm always learning, Sometimes just by observing what's around me. Trees, much like people, have branches that grow apart, in opposite directions, in different shapes, sprouting new branches. Yet they remain deeply rooted together at their foundation. Realizing they need each . . .
"Get your facts first, and then you can distort them as you please." - Mark Twain At this point in our internet relationship you’ve come to understand my obsession with biscuits. Although I must confess, my grandma would think I’m a bit off my rocker with these. Be that as it may, I’ve gotten . . .
In the interest of time.. "I'll just tell you how it ends" Mr. Lofton was a tall (somewhat lanky), generous older man that attended our church growing up. I remember him vividly on days that are tougher than others and whenever I catch a whiff of butterscotch. His stories were brief, as he . . .