
Breakfast is my favorite meal of the day, yet one I rarely get to enjoy. It’s one of the reasons I love Saturdays so much. Continue reading “The Morning Meal: A Weekend Luxury”
Breakfast is my favorite meal of the day, yet one I rarely get to enjoy. It’s one of the reasons I love Saturdays so much. Continue reading “The Morning Meal: A Weekend Luxury”
You can never really know the moment when a forever friend may walk into your life. That fateful day for my best friend of more than 20 years and I, happened in our sixth period physical education class at Hephzibah Middle School, circa 1994. Charity was born on the Fourth of July and ironically, it was Martina McBride’s song “Independence Day” that began our lifelong friendship. Continue reading “A Fourth of July Friendship”
In my book, cooking a meal for someone you love is one of the greatest expressions of care and appreciation. We’ve long shown love in the South by feeding each other. As a child, I can remember going to Grandma Dot’s house for supper and the excitement and anticipation of it all. As soon as you entered her home, the sounds of her knife chopping against the cutting board and the smell of buttermilk biscuits baking in the oven, (or cathead biscuits as my Daddy would say), wafted from the kitchen. Continue reading “Treat Dad to Grilled Panzanella this Father’s Day”