Fancy That!

As I get older into different seasons of my life I keep finding things I wish I would've learned from a family member. Some things I know they wouldn't know how to do. No one knows how to make fried apple pies in my family and I think you need to live in the south to really know how to make light, melt-in-your-mouth biscuits. I'm getting better at making biscuits now. I'm frustrated and saddened that my Grandma Covert never taught anyone how to make HER bread. I've got a xeroxed copy of making yeast w/ hops and boiled potatoes in her handwriting. I don't have an actual recipe of how much flour or salt, nothing like that. I did a google search and found there was a group of ladies who have compiled a cookbook called, "The Foxfire Book of Appalachain Cookery". I have ordered it because I found on another article from About.com that there is a bread recipe in that book that talks about the boiled potatoes and hops method. Maybe thru some research I can finally be able to pull a loaf of bread out of the oven one day that brings back memories of being young again. Grandma would pull out that hot loaf and butter a piece for Lena and I that was HEAVENLY!! Bread is a symbol for hospitality. So hospitality, come and be my teacher. I pulled up someone's article on how to make fried pies. I know a lady in my church that makes good fried pies. I'm going to have to invite her over for a cooking lesson. I already bugged the pastor's wife to show me how to make her famous sawmill gravy w/ sausage. I got a lesson one morning, and I have yet to try to make it myself. I guess I haven't been around the right group. It'll happen. I love cooking. It makes me feel like I am at home, a real home. I want that for myself and for my husband and baby Jared. I want them to have fond memories of food. I do, and I feel love when those memories come to my mind.