I'm a southern gal with a passion for cooking and baking from scratch, the old fashioned way!
Buttermilk Pie has been a favorite in our family for many years. There is something about the simplicity of the recipe that surprises me every time, because the end product is so amazingly delicious. It feels like cheating it’s so easy to make! The pie itself has no crust but holds is own with a deliciously rich and fluffy custard. As wonderful as it is plain, it’s even better topped with fresh berries and a dollop of whipped cream….
Dear readers, I was eating some beautiful strawberries the other day. They were sliced into beautiful heart-shaped pieces, and it made me think of my oldest friend, who is awaiting a heart transplant. She and I grew up next door to one another, romping and playing together since we were in diapers. She is just barely 29 years old, and is in need of a new heart. Her life depends on the generosity of some yet-to-be determined individual who decided to become an organ donor.
Happy (belated) Fourth of July, dear readers! Among the many American traditions that go along with Independence Day, one of the greatest is EATING! This dish is based on a recipe from one of my favorite old fashioned American cooks: Nathalie Dupree. She calls this deliciously fresh dessert “Liberty Cobbler” for its red, white, and blue hues. It is essentially a strawberry cobbler with a blueberry sauce. The flavors are every bit as colorful as these pictures portray: a terrific combination of crispy cobbler, sweet-tart berries, and cool and creamy topping.
My dad even said that this was the best cobbler he had ever eaten. It’s definitely a winner!
I’ve made this nice cozy breakfast bread several times this season. A slice of this bread is absolutely perfect with a cup of coffee or tea on a chilly morning. It is packed full of tart apples, juicy cranberries, and toasty walnuts – with barely enough spiced batter to hold it all together!
Aaaahhh, the end of the summer. Tomorrow marks the first day of fall here in Georgia. Last night, the hubs and I enjoyed such a lovely evening at my parents’ house in Atlanta. And Nanny herself was there with one of her famous pies.
I admit it, dear readers: I’ve been holding out on you.
I’ve been saving some of the best of the best recipes in my family . . . saving them for a rainy day. Well, I’m not sure whether you’ve heard, but it’s raining buckets here in drought-ridden North Georgia, so it’s about time for me to share one of these precious gems with you all!