“I don’t remember a time in my life when biscuits did not remind me of my grandmother. Mornings at Granny’s house revolved around preparing the Southern staple. My sister and I always crashed on the couch at her house, just one thin wall away from the kitchen. We woke up to the sounds and smells of bacon frying and coffee brewing, and by the time we scurried out of bed and ran into the kitchen to ‘help,’ she had chairs pushed up to the counter ready for us to stand in.”
That’s just a taste of my memoir about making biscuits with my grandmother that Mississippi Magazine, published by Downhome Publications, ran in the September/October 2008 issue. Like Southern Living for the state of Mississippi, Mississippi Magazine “is a bimonthly magazine that celebrates the positive points of our state – from interesting people and places to homes, gardens, food, history, culture, special events and more.”
To read the full article, click here.
I spent the first five months of my marriage cooped up in a 750 square foot apartment watching the Food Network and HGTV all day long. I could not find a job anywhere doing anything. After months of applying for work with no replies, I grew desperate, and when I saw an ad in the newspaper for a housecleaner at the bed and breakfast, I printed out a resume and headed downtown. I did not get the housecleaning job, but they hired me as a cook in the deli that served lunch every weekday. It was not a job that I would have chosen, but it was far better than sitting in our apartment alone.
Occasionally when I was at work doing something mundane, like washing dishes, I could hear faint strains of bells from the church a block and a half away. Sometimes I stopped what I was doing and walked outside to stand on the back steps with my eyes closed to absorb the beautiful melodies of hymns I have been singing my entire life.
