Bounty of the Garden

Those of you who know me have heard about my mom’s multiple versions of coleslaw. Sometime after I “took up housekeeping” I realized the motivation for all those different slaws.  Mom was a child of the depression. They grew their own vegetables and raised their own meats.  They “put up” provisions for the winter but…

Fall, Food, Friends

I have no Italian blood that I know of.  However, the Italian culture is very much a part of who I’ve become.  I love Sunday Suppers.  The Italian mothers cook all day Sunday and the family comes over to enjoy her labor of love. Sunday night just seems like the perfect time to celebrate the…

The Pantry

I was searching for another diversion from our no child blues and a Valentine Dinner in a lovely restaurant seemed fitting.  However, having recently returned from New York (I still haven’t shown you everything) the Memphis options didn’t seem fitting at all. I gave it some thought and begin to realize I had some “pantry”…