Our home was host for many Sunday dinners and other family get-togethers.
My parents were gracious hosts, and our home was always filled with the joy of children laughing, adults seated at the card table talking-smack, or reclined in the front room chit-chatting about the latest on who-shot-John kind of stories—if you know what I mean.
As a wee little girl, I’m not much taller now, (4’8”) I’d sit and watch Mama pour her all into preparing daily or special occasion meals. Mama was an EXCELLENT cook, and it showed up in every meal she prepared. She took care and joy in teaching me and my two younger sisters how to cook food that taste GOOD.
And so for me, gathering family and friends around a meal that I’ve prepared, to watch them enjoy, is joyous for me, and but a natural extension of the love and warmth I felt growing up.
The the love and care that Mama took in cooking and her methodologies are ingrained in me, and my sole inspiration for wanting to share pieces of Mama's homemade love with you …thank you Mama.