The doctor’s orders are to rest, take it easy and walk around just a little. My parents have firmly told me not to cook. The boyfriend brought strawberries. There’s fresh cream in the refrigerator. My girlfriend seriously asked me what are my plans tonight. I told her I was going to dance the night away and have a few drinks. I wish. Strawberry Shortcake will cure me through this month of being off my feet. Read more →
Could it be the magnolia trees that have recently unfurl its beauty? Perhaps its the exciting anticipation of the arrival of a “new” cookbook, The Taste of Country Cooking, originally published in 1976 by Edna Lewis. This play, Fences, by August Wilson brings nostalgic feelings for those Southern dishes. Remember those big breakfasts made in an instant from scratch? Those giant buttery biscuits. A trip down 95 South is in the plans. For old time sake, can we use a real map instead of MapQuest? Pack a picnic basket. Seal mason jars of pickled vegetables. Please hold the salt on the stinky and sweet cantaloupe. As the imagination runs wild with memories of running barefoot through fresh grass. And, a car whizzes by and a siren wails to wake up into a reality of the pavement to walk on toward hopeful progress. The memory of taste. Oh, the taste, can’t take that dream away. A dish of dreams shall come true strolling down southern lane. Read more →
This year’s Valentine’s Day will not have an exhaustive plan for several reasons. The commercial pressure of spending money takes away the “the spur of the moment” romantic feeling. Sometimes too much menu planning and grocery shopping becomes time consuming. I don’t want to spend all day cooking a romantic meal, either. Maybe, the boyfriend will make dinner reservations? Besides, I cook all the time. Every dish I make comes from the heart. However, I did place some pressure on the boyfriend, I’m dropping hints about chocolate. If I’m dropping hints, then I better start making plans for him. Perhaps, a romantic breakfast before he goes to church? Can you hear Etta James singing, A Sunday Kind Of Love, in the background? Happy Valentine’s Day.