Biscuit and gravy potato chips
“I am conducting an experiment.” That’s what I told one of my peeps at the convenience store when I lined up five bags of potato…
“I am conducting an experiment.” That’s what I told one of my peeps at the convenience store when I lined up five bags of potato…
Sometimes you have a bad day. A shameful day. A day you’re actually regretting while you’re having it. But you do it anyway. That has…
Celebrity chefs may have signature dishes, but Southern girls have signature casseroles. Southern women will practically break down your front door to bring you a…
We are getting ready for the Mayhew/Harbin/Mayhew Family Reunion. And, as always, if we do not lay in enough supplies, we might starve. Tammy, my…
So the afternoon began with onion dip and potato chips. It went deliciously downhill from there. You will be appalled. I am, too. But I…
A new months ago I was at a fancy bar in Nashville for a meeting (aren’t all the best meetings in bars?) and the bar…
My friend, Gail, brought us lunch today at the temporary CRC warehouse. “Do you feel good or do you feel bad?” she asked. That’s the…
I have a deep and abiding love of dips. When Louise and I were little girls, we used to steal the plastic tub of store-bought…
I just love casseroles and it’s a good thing, let me tell you, because with Noah eating me out of house and home casseroles are…
I am sitting in the ticket booth at the Cannery Ballroom in Nashville. Every year, because I’m a complete idiot, I volunteer to man (or…