What a blessing to have been raised in Memphis by a country cook who knew what she was doing. Good cooking was just a way of life in our household and among our extended family. My mother prepared the best fried chicken in Tipton County according to my aunts, uncles, cousins, and great aunts & uncles; I have no reason to doubt their words of praise. I saw at every family reunion whose chicken was the first to go.

And my mother wasn’t the only good cook in our house. My daddy was a master at the grill and could throw together a variety of tasty snacks inside as well. He specialized in oyster chowder & Bleu Cheese Dressing; and sitting down with Daddy as we built snacks of smoked oysters, cheeses, crackers, olives, and anything else he could scrape together was a banquet in itself.

Souvlakia – a Different Take

We've always loved to make up kabobs of porl, onions, and pappers  seasoned with lemon juice, soy sauce, oregano, salt and pepper, and loads of garlic powder. Usually, I grill them up and then serve them with flour tortillas, rather than with Pita bread.   Tonight I...

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Mushroom Roll-ups

  Thirty years or so ago, I wrote this recipe into a spiral bound book Sherry's mom gave us when we got married. I served this once to then City Councilwoman Leffler; she loved them.  Mrs. Leffler was our assistant principal at Frayser High School when I was in...

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