Chorizo bread pudding
Nothing succeeds like excess and I had a bout of excessive cooking over the weekend. The boy came home and he brought a friend with…
Nothing succeeds like excess and I had a bout of excessive cooking over the weekend. The boy came home and he brought a friend with…
If there is any more hated word in the Southern lexicon than zucchini I don’t know what it is. It’s not that we don’t like…
We in the South are much like the people of France. We are barely done with one meal before we’re talking about the next. So…
Every Saturday, Mark and I get in the car around 10:30 a.m. to head out to eat. Pretty much the first thing out of our…
I have to thank a nice lady behind the counter at Mrs. Winners for teaching me about light biscuits. I don’t mean by weight. I…
Where do I start? In 1993, I became the features editor at The Tennessean. Feature stories are supposed to be wild, unexpected, entertaining. Ours were…
Grannie Belle was my husband’s great-grandmother. She practically raised Mark. She was known to sneak a thimble full of Mogan David from time to time…