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 . . .
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, . . .
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 . . .
Change..Like the seasons seems to be inevitable.We become comfortable in our routines and at times this change can be undesired, even when you yourself put the wheels in motion. After 5 1/2 years at the same place of employment, I felt the need for change. Something a bit more challenging. I . . .
Your comments about Ms. Mattie were very sweet, she was so extremely special to me and I’m glad that you enjoyed the story..So I thought I would keep this Louisiana train running and tackle the Beignets.. Or squares as my ninth ward friend calls them.. They're the one thing Ms. Mattie didn’t show me . . .
This past weekend while shopping at an estate sale I found a vintage meat cleaver buried behind a bookshelf that had at least 100 pairs of shoes lined up perfectly.. Instantly draw by the allure of a pair of vintage pumps.. I discovered a box of the most interesting items you could possible find . . .
Confession of a southern girl… It’s extremely difficult to for me to keep up with things… I am one of those people that takes on way more than they should.. Hence the somewhat distance space between post.. I’m trying to do better about this.. Truly… but seems like, as soon as I pull out the . . .
I have a confession to make.. I really.. really don’t like to fly Which is somewhat crazy because I have to travel via the friendly skies.. a lot.. ..It's way too often that I find myself walking down that enclosed claustrophobic like tunnel to board some Delta flight.Don't get me . . .
At one point in my life, I was an endless cloud of sadness.. There were just… things..going on that didn’t seem to ever get better. So I did what most people would do.. I found an outlet to drown my sorrows in. They were beautiful, dark, and just simply perfection....it wasn’t until . . .
About 3 years ago I started collecting vintage cookbooks to feed my hunger of “classic recipes” .. It’s intriguing.. the difference between cooking in early 1900’s and now. I even have one book from the late 1800’s.. which I just got and was a tad bit expensive but I’m an impulsive shopper and . . .