Category Archives: Sunday, “Fun”day writing

The Other Passion

Writing is my passion, but cooking is a very close second.  I grew up watching my mom cook the most wonderful, very special, Southern, Sunday dinners. We would go to church knowing what she was cooking for lunch and it would have our tummies growling in the middle of the church service. We would come home and change into our comfy clothes and then line up to fix our plate of fried chicken, creamed corned, mashed potatoes and gravy, green beans, and sweet iced tea. Oh, and don’t forget the  brown and serve rolls. We would always have dessert, but that would come after the nap we would take because we had stuffed ourselves to the point of hurting. Mom didn’t stop there, she would then cook dinner each night of the week. Some nights, we would have breakfast for dinner, and in the south, that would be grits, fried eggs, bacon or sausage, and toast (Sunbeam, white bread). Man, mom can cook, but let’s not forget Dad. Saturday mornings were dad’s time to shine. He made the best buttermilk pancakes and pan-fried bacon. I remember tons of butter and Aunt Jemima syrup, and of course, I had to make sure the syrup smothered the bacon. Dad also makes the BEST mac and cheese. I have tried to duplicate it a million times, and it has yet to taste like his. In my opinion, that makes it even more special. Southerners love their food and my family exemplifies the BEST of southern cooking.

Now that I’m all grown up, I have taken all the things that my parents have taught me and I’m having fun in my own kitchen. For me, every aspect of cooking is enjoyable. I love making my grocery list and the grocery store is my favorite kind of store.  My favorite one is Central Market in Dallas, TX, but since I’ve moved back to South Carolina, Bi-Lo does just fine.  Once I’m home and the groceries are put up, it’s time to fill the air with some yummy notes of wine and olive oil! I love the sounds of something sizzling in the pan, the chopping of vegetables, and the pop of a bottle of wine being opened.  There’s nothing like turning on some good jazz, sipping on a crisp Sauvignon Blanc, and getting lost in sauteing , chopping, and mixing. When it’s all done, there’s a sense of accomplishment of creating a tasty dish, and then I hear the “yums” come from my husband and a huge smile crosses my face. I love those “yums” and “this is so good”. I guess I’m tooting my own horn, but thanks to those wonderful times and memories with mom and dad in the kitchen, I think I’m a pretty darn good cook. Thanks mom and dad for instilling the cook inside me!

I love making homemade pizza!!

Cooking is all about being creative. It allows me to throw together ideas, put them in a pan, and then Voila!, a plate of goodness is created. Writing isn’t much different. I mix together words, put them together, and then Voila!, a sentence, a chapter, and a novel is created.  Either way, I can make whatever I want, and that is key for me to have fun in the kitchen and when I write.

Thank you for letting me share my other passion. You will see it my book, Amelia, and now you will know that it’s a part of me.

Hmmm…..I wonder if I should go and make some buttermilk biscuits with sausage gravy?!

My sausage gravy simmering away....oh, so good!!!

My homemade buttermilk biscuits

Until next time…..



Filed under February 2011, Sunday, "Fun"day writing

Chili Days

This is my first Sunday blog.  Sunday’s are usually my “free” day. I can eat what I want, be lazy if I want, watch TV and movies all day if I want and the list goes on. So I’m going to do the same with the blog. Sundays will be my free day to write about whatever I wish. So, here it goes.

Isn’t funny how a simple thing like chili beans can bring back memories? It’s very cold outside and bad weather is on it’s way. This is very rare for South Carolina. We are always on the cusp of “winter weather” and we never really know if the weatherman is lying to us yet again. However, it’s eminent that we will have an eventful day tomorrow. So everyone  is out getting their milk and bread and gathering their candles and flashlights. It’s always a happening when the south gets even a flurry of snow. But anyway, back to the chili beans.  My husband, Chris, and I were trying to figure out what to do for dinner and the cold weather prompted the idea of chili beans.

Food is always good at evoking a memory.  The idea of  chili beans took me to the storm of ’88. We had done a “snow dance” at school hoping that it would bring us big snow. Well, it did. We got 12 inches and I can’t even remember how long we were out of school, at least a week .  It caved in our car port, we lost power, and had to watch the Super Bowl on a super small, battery operated TV. Thank goodness we had a wood burning fireplace to keep us warm. I remember building a snow man, sledding, and the family playing Monopoly. By the time we could go back to school, my brother and I were at each others throats and our parents were happy to send us back to school. What a fun memory.

So, I’m doing a snow dance for all of you hoping to create similar memories of your own with your family!

“Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.”  ~From the television show The Wonder Years

Until next time….


Filed under January 2011, Sunday, "Fun"day writing