Autumn is undoubtedly my favorite time of year! The weather is perfect, the colors are gorgeous and it is a time to celebrate all that we have accomplished before winter arrives. Pank and I have really been enjoying all of the greens, radishes and late tomatoes this fall. We never seem to tire of them. As the frost hit this past week, we had to put to rest all of the summer beds. With that came pickling all those jalapenos, drying herbs and saving seeds for next year’s crop. Pank has become a ... continue reading...
Locally Sourced
I am asked by countless folks if this restaurant or that really sources all their ingredients locally. Most of the time, this question is asked with a bit of trepidation. Here’s the thing, it would be downright impossible to source every pea picking thing locally in the state of Tennessee. We can’t even grow our own tea leaves for our beloved Southern sweet tea, due to climate restrictions. Citrus, bananas and various nuts are out. So, making your own “Chunky Monkey” would not be feasible for ... continue reading...
Southern Foodways Alliance Celebrates Women At Work
The Southern Foodways Alliance Symposium took place October 3-6 in Oxford, Mississippi. I can’t thank Pank, Mona, Mamma and Daddy for making it possible for me to go. I don’t believe I have left the mountain top yet. The SFA Symposium is one of the year’s most monumental events for anyone that has been influential in our southern foodways. Jennifer Justus wrote a wonderful roundup of her highlights of the SFA Symposium for The Nashville Scene last week. Click here to read her reflections upon ... continue reading...
Are You Using The Right Tools?
Every year, I try to work on projects that I have been intimidated by in the kitchen. Last year it was bread. Now, the only bread I buy is artisan breads such as Provence Bread and Bella Nashville. Most every weekend, the kitchen is permeated by the smell of fresh baked bread! So, this year I thought I would try my hand at fermentation and infusions. Limoncello was such a huge hit, that I thought strawberries would be great. The smell of strawberries in that recycled growler was enough to ... continue reading...
Southern Grace
Mamma was born October 3, 1944. She was the apple of Granddaddy’s eye just as much as he was hers. Mamma grew up an only child, but has fond memories even from her crib. They lived on top of a steep hill that to this day the old car Mamma learned to drive in still sits. She tells the story of when she came home from school one afternoon with the measles. The school bus dropped her off at the foot of that long, winding driveway and all Mamma could think of was how in the world she would make it ... continue reading...
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