Leave a Reply
More Inspiration
Life of Pie
My formative years were made up of blueberry pie. Each summer Mom would drag my sister and me to the blueberry farm where we’d sit on buckets and encourage plump, steel-blueberries from their perch. “Try not to get the stems,” Mom would instruct. “Or the green berries. Or the ones that have a hint of red—they’re too bitter. They’ll ruin the pie.” In between her cautionary tales, she’s slip into a quiet meditation, working methodically through the rows.
HOT Hot Chocolate Cookies
Chocolate cookies with a kick in the ass.
Southern Peanut Soup
Recipe and Styling by Libbie Summers Photography by Chia Chong I’ve served this soup to 100 guests in the middle of a bird hunting field in South Georgia, in a […]