Raised on Old-Time Country Cooking
A Companion to the Trilogy
Nonfiction, Food & Drink, Food Writing, Family & Relationships, Biography & Memoir
| Author: | Bettye B. Burkhalter | ISBN: | 9781477287200 |
| Publisher: | AuthorHouse | Publication: | October 26, 2012 |
| Imprint: | AuthorHouse | Language: | English |
| Author: | Bettye B. Burkhalter |
| ISBN: | 9781477287200 |
| Publisher: | AuthorHouse |
| Publication: | October 26, 2012 |
| Imprint: | AuthorHouse |
| Language: | English |
Sixteen generations later, the same old winding roads and blazed trails throughout the three novels lead us all back home to nostalgic dishes and the worlds from which they came. Upon arrival at the old home place, we quickly find our favorite room: Mamas kitchen. The familiar sounds of pots and pans and aromas of old-time country cooking float in and out of our senses. Suddenly, visions of chocolate pies swirled high with meringues cooling on the kitchen window sill are as clear as yesterday. The sizzling sounds of Mama frying chicken on the old wood-stove remind us that her kitchen offered southern hospitality at its best. The trip down memory lane of days gone by rekindles the true meaning of Home Sweet Home. As we stop and reminisce, hot tears blur our vision and we ask ourselves where did all the years go?
Sixteen generations later, the same old winding roads and blazed trails throughout the three novels lead us all back home to nostalgic dishes and the worlds from which they came. Upon arrival at the old home place, we quickly find our favorite room: Mamas kitchen. The familiar sounds of pots and pans and aromas of old-time country cooking float in and out of our senses. Suddenly, visions of chocolate pies swirled high with meringues cooling on the kitchen window sill are as clear as yesterday. The sizzling sounds of Mama frying chicken on the old wood-stove remind us that her kitchen offered southern hospitality at its best. The trip down memory lane of days gone by rekindles the true meaning of Home Sweet Home. As we stop and reminisce, hot tears blur our vision and we ask ourselves where did all the years go?
