What food feeds my soul and speaks the language of love to my family…

Food… Cooking, baking, sharing it with those we love and know is undoubtedly a language of love. Our memories from childhood often revolve around gatherings, Sunday Dinners, Family reunions and the dishes cooked by those we love and shared again and again. I am Southern and as such, we feed those we love… I suppose it’s the same everywhere just the dishes vary…

My specialties are biscuits and cornbread, cooked in cast iron pan that’s 100 years old, passed down from my grandmother and so on down the line. Meat Pie, handmade crust and potatoes and steak that smells like comfort and memories as it bakes. Cube steak and gravy and mashed potatoes to sit by its side with some fresh butter peas and country corn. Mississippi pot roast served over rice with candied carrots and fresh green beans. And don’t forget Chicken and dumplings rich and thick, healing food for the soul and the body. A Chocolate chess pie, a poundcake like my grandmother made, or a nice homemade peach cobbler for the ending… That is love is bowl, on a plate, and speak to the heart and memories of those who came before me, and I hope will continue to speak to those that are here now and will come later. Recipes and comfort food that travels through the ages… These are just a few… The Thanksgiving dressing, the side dishes and Christmas treats are still etched deep in our soul.

I am older now and while I create new specialties as my taste change and my family grows up… I still get requests from children, my sister, and grandkids for a meal that they remember, for a meal they crave to fill a hunger that comes from not only the stomach but the heart.