Was Your Christmas More Griswold or “It’s a Wonderful Life”
How was your Christmas? Let me guess! Everything was picture perfect. It was like you were living in a Hallmark movie. Your house was decorated to the nines inside and out. Your Christmas cards turned out great. You addressed them elegantly, by hand, and sent them out promptly. You finished your shopping early and everyone was delighted with your exquisitely wrapped gifts and home-made bows.
Johnny Mercer in the Southern Quote
This southerner was born in Savannah, Georgia on the eighteenth of November, 1909 with a love for music in his veins. If you can believe it, his aunt used to say he was humming music when he was six months old. Okay. Perhaps this will be more believable. As a young boy Johnny loved to sing in church Sunday morning and spend his Sunday afternoons
Why Belle Training Needs to Start Early
My daughter gave her nieces, the bellerina czars, their own personalized stationary for Christmas. True, they’ll both need their mama’s help to pen a note, but you can’t start a belle’s thank you note training too early. I doubt you’ll be surprised to learn that it also reminded me of a story… I remember when my friend, Julia, ordered her kids personalized thank you notes. She
Aunt Judy’s Caramel Candy
Hello folks, welcome back to the All Things Southern kitchen. Today’s recipe comes from one of the Golden Girls I mentioned in the porch chat. It’s “Aunt Judy’s Caramel Candy” and it comes with a promise and a warning. Let’s get the warning over with first. This recipe is full of sugar and high in calories. You’ll want to serve it in very small squares. And the
“Sister, Sister”
I threw a Christmas luncheon for The Golden Girls. Longtime listeners know them as Mama and her sisters, Marleta and Judy. The only thing that would’ve made the Sister/Sister party any better would’ve been had my own siblings been able to come in to share the day with that venerated generation above us. To know the Golden Girls is to love them. Ask my BBF.
Grace Came to Stay
Hey friends and family and readers who feel like friends and family. I hope all of you had a lovely Christmas filled to the brim with peace, love, and joy. The man and I are Louisiana bound today after a Houston visit with the Baby Beau Czars and their parents. I'm riding shotgun, totally wrapped up in the new Logos 5 upgrade to my beloved
Savoring as an Art Form!
What do you get when you bake chocolate muffins, top them with small mountains of peanut butter mousse frosting, and cool them in the fridge, before dipping them upside down into the type of melted hot chocolate that forms a hard shell over that melt in your mouth icing? Answer: Very, happy, All Things Southern baby czars, wired for sound. I’m pretty sure my daughter
Egbert Roscoe Murrow in the Southern Quote
Egbert was born April 25, 1908 to Quaker parents in Guilford County, North Carolina. The family home was a log cabin without electricity or plumbing. When he was six years old his family moved across the country to western Washington state 30 miles south of the Canadian border. Young Egbert was an excellent student. After high school he enrolled in Washington State, where he majored
Shellie’s Secret Recipe Chicken
Welcome back to the All Things Southern kitchen. We’re cooking my Secret Recipe Chicken today. Take this to that pot luck Christmas party at the church and you’ll top everyone’s list. So here's the secret. We’re combining artichoke hearts with our chicken breast today, but you can't tell people up front. Avowed anti-artichoke people will devour this, trust me. Now let me show you how to whip
Letting Mama Cat Out of the Bag
The story goes that once upon a time a husband and wife were headed to the biggest Christmas party of the season. After dressing to the nines, they phoned the local cab company and requested a taxi. Then they switched on a night-light, turned up the answering machine, covered the pet parakeet and put the cat in the backyard. Soon, the taxi pulled up to the