This has been quite a year. I’ve been away from this space more this year than since I began this blogging journey. Let’s end this year with some thoughts, my feelings going into 2017 and cornbread. My last post ruffled some feathers, which was strange because I’ve . . .
This Sunday at 6pm a group of people, some of whom have never meet; will gather together at one dinner table laden with cornbread, braised pork, rice grits and red peas. Yet the deeper part of it all, is the diversity of the people who fill those chairs. If only that was the same . . .
Thankful.. ? Last week my son brought home a little project; paint a turkey, using his fingers to trace out the feathers, each feather listing something you’re thankful for. Getting out the paint and cardboard paper, we set about completing the task of getting a 4 year old to sit still long enough . . .
"The North thinks it knows how to make cornbread, but this is gross superstition. Perhaps no bread in the world is quite as good as Southern Cornbread, and perhaps no bread in the world is quite so bad as the Northern imitation of it."- Mark Twain. This quote is the opening of an entire chapter . . .