Posts Tagged ‘Food’
sliced bread
The brown paper grocery bag held three loaves of bread — not even Sunbeam or Wonder Bread, just run-of-the-mill regular old sliced bread. It was my first experience with a death in the family, but I knew to smile, say “thank you,” and get the name of the bread bearer so a proper thank you…
Read MoreHaggis in Scotland
Haggis, black pudding, square sausage, Scotch pies, Neeps and tatties. I ate it all. Proving those of us from Alabama will eat just about anything if you pour gravy over it. Haggis Neeps and Tatties (Scroll down to see the Haggis definition at the bottom of this post) After spending a week in Ireland to…
Read MoreSweet Eggs
The Buckeyes have crossed the line. They’ve ruined deviled eggs. The Ohio State Fair plans to offer an abomination of “dessert” deviled eggs. I guess growing up in a place without access to Granny’s Sweet Potato Pie or Aunt Darla Jean’s ‘Nanner Pudding will make you do crazy things to an egg. In the days…
Read MoreI loaf you
In my long history of exploding food (technically, the hushpuppies weren’t my creation. I was only an observer – but there’s a biscuit story I’ve yet to tell . . . ), I’ve recently added a new exploding meatloaf. My grandmother once dropped her heaviest cast-iron skillet full of hot cornbread all over the floor.…
Read MoreBetty Crocker raised my boys
When my house would rumble with skinny, sweaty, screaming teenage boys, I learned that all I needed to calm them was my 13-inch cast iron skillet and a $1 box of Betty Crocker Cake Mix. Sure, I can bake from scratch and have produced beautiful Hummingbird, Red Velvet and Lemon Curd layer cakes — regionally…
Read MoreDon’t give me a bad hushpuppy
Go ahead and talk ugly about my hairdo, say my pearls are plastic, but whatever you do, don’t ever give me a hard-as-a-rock, pre-cooked and flash frozen hushpuppy. They’re easy to spot and wildly rampant these days, even in the best restaurants. Looking like little brown jawbreakers from the gumball machine, and tasting about as…
Read MoreThe two-bite rule
“Hey! He didn’t leave any broccoli for me!” “You already had lots of it, now give me some!” My two boys were the only children I knew who would sit at the dinner table and fight over steamed broccoli. While they had one friend who would only eat macaroni and cheese and another who refused…
Read MoreGood Gravy
It was difficult to understand him, but through our tried and true method of hand signals, pantomime, clicking sounds and eye blinks, I finally understood that my northern born husband was trying to tell me his New Jersey Great-Grandmother Donatoni made something she called gravy, but it was actually spaghetti sauce. Now, doesn’t that beat…
Read MoreThe True Joy of Cooking
My brother, Robert Harrison — not to be confused with my son, Harrison Robert, or my husband Robert, threw a party dedicated to the well loved church casserole. Robert (the brother) is single, and he’s always looking for a way to get women to bring him food without making any kind of commitment, so the…
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