Down Home

Down Home

“There is no such thing as too down home.  At least not for me.  My love of food does not discriminate.  Except for glands.  And feet.”

Why would I ever say such a thing?  Because my friend Jill, who knows that I secretly covet the Southern life despite being completely at home in the quirks and charms of Bawlmer, sent me a genuine Southern Church Cookbook.  My only dilemma?  Where to start. Here’s a snippet of the rest of the conversation in which I typed those colorful words quoted above: Continue reading “Down Home”