Home

To me, cooking feels like home. I could be in my kitchen or yours, the place doesn't matter. It's the most relaxed and energized I ever feel. It makes me happy and a bit overwhelmed. I remember thinking I must be nuts to feel this way about such a simple, everybody-does-it task. That is until I started to embrace the weird a little more and read a couple books by some favorite chefs. That's when I realized this is totally normal. Other people do read cook books like they're novels and look up to chefs like Presidents. Not ready to go there, but Presidents of yore, obviously...


I consider myself Southern through and through, but I am no Southern belle. Occasionally when I shoot a gun or my famous(in my family) ribs turn out extra delicious, I feel like a Southern bad ass maybe, but no belle.


This little space will be dedicated to everything I love. Plenty of food, both Southern and...well, decidedly not. But also a little bit of everything. Maybe you'll find something you love here, too. At least stick around for the baby back ribs recipe.