
Recently we visited Hawesville, hometown of my husband and the annual Sorghum Festival… both are ridiculously charming and sweet. Inspired, I decided to bake … Read More ›
Kind words are like honey, good for the soul and healing to the body. Proverbs 16:24
Recently we visited Hawesville, hometown of my husband and the annual Sorghum Festival… both are ridiculously charming and sweet. Inspired, I decided to bake … Read More ›
Beans and cornbread are the ultimate hillbilly meal. Every mean tot of the mountains knows the rhyme: “Beans beans, they’re good for your heart. The … Read More ›
My grandfather’s name was Luther E. Craig. Those that knew him best (if anyone really did) lovingly called him “Dadu”—it was a cutesy grandfather name … Read More ›
My mother had convinced me to eat the tri-colored noodles by calling them “curly pigtails.” I believe my fascination with pigs began one Labor Day … Read More ›
Appalachians are historically suspicious folk. It probably started in 1792 when George Washington led about 13,000 militia to Pittsburgh. After trying to resolve the issue … Read More ›
Seemingly, I have written a lot about bad fruit. The truth of the matter is that I don’t like waste and “spoiled” in the case … Read More ›
I’ve seen and made a lot of laborious recipes for chicken and dumplings, but none can compare to the deliciousness and simplicity of my Granny’s. … Read More ›