Growing up, Thanksgiving meals were always held at my Grannie’s farmhouse here in Western Kentucky. Most of our family lived within a 5 mile radius and we all piled in the modest, wood-paneled, den and kitchen area. There were so many cousins, aunts and uncles we were quite literally piled on top of each other.…
With Thanksgiving on the horizon I have been dreaming up ideas for styling the table. I was needing a little something to add to my place settings and then it dawned on me.…I have about a million brown paper lunch bags my husband brought home a while back (don’t ask me why he brought so…
I couldn’t tell you how many times I’ve sifted through this box of old handwritten recipes over the years… each time I learn something new about my heritage… the woman that left a legacy. My great grandmother passed when I was an infant and I have since lost my Grannie. Oh the stories my Grannie…
