On Blazing Trails and Leaving Evidence
Hey y'all, I'm in a full out run of preparation. I'll be leaving for Guatemala this coming Monday, part of a Compassion Int'l mission trip. Amidst all the packing and double checking of the packing, I've turned my kitchen into an assembly line to put good food in the freezer for my beloved farmer to enjoy while I'm away. It's what you do when you were raised by a good Southern
Should the authorities come calling, here’s the backstory…
My youngest grandchild, known as Weston the Wonder Boy, turned three a while back. He sleeps in a big boy bed at his own house but I’ve still been putting him down in the baby bed when he naps here. It wasn’t a conscious effort to baby him as much as one of those habitual things you do because you haven’t thought to switch gears.
Grandma Stone’s Poor Man’s Candy
Hello folks and welcome back to the All Things Southern kitchen! When I was a little girl, my Grandma Stone would make us kids something she called Potato Candy. I love both the unique melt in your mouth flavor and the memories it inspires. Granted, I figured out long ago that the name didn’t exactly make peoples’ mouth water but it was only recently that
Shiny Hineys, Fresh Interpretations, and Eye Rolls
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