Momma'll Will Never Know!

Dear David,

You, sir, are a gentlemen of the old school (with a Momma much to be admired for her high calibur of home trainin'). What a lovely way to begin a weekend, but to have a recipe from home!

As a transplant, a Westerner now, but from the southern part of the state (some things just don't change), I love things southern: food, writers, white linen and white shoes between Memorial and Labor Day(s). Whenever I've had the pleasure of workin' with other transplants, we'd list all the things needful for survival in urban cities. Things like sweet potatoes, good pan gravies, green tomatoes (and which markets to go to), grits and/or molasses, you name it.

Thank you, darlin', for the dedication; if you're not a writer, you should be. Your words flow sweeter 'n honey dripping from a homemade biscuit on a warm summer day. (You're right! If they'd handed out biscuits instead of weapons, the Unpleasantness would never have been!)

Please continue weaving your tapestry, warp memories/woof recipes, and spreadin' your southern sugar . . .

. . . and thank you kindly!