I don’t remember not cooking. I’m fortunate that to from a long legacy of great Southern cooks. My dad was a cattle rancher in the Texas Panhandle, working land settled by his great-grandfather, who came from Missouri. We worked cattle, and would often feed the ranch hands and neighbors who came to help with branding.
We gathered wild plums on horseback, and my grandmother and great aunt Mary would use them to make jam. I can hear the steaks searing in the cast iron skillet and smell biscuits baking in the oven, which we slathered in butter and homemade jam.
There are three things that have always sustained our family: faith, humor, and food. Through tough times, my father reminded me that we could make it through anything, saying to me, “You come from good stock.” (Everything in our family was a livestock analogy!) My mother and grandmothers shared their love of food, and in doing so preserved the past. We hope to share our love of food so you can share it with your family and friends.
Fast forward ….I did not become Victoria Barkley. (If you’re younger than 45 you might need to ask someone.) I was the single mom, juggling work and a child all while trying to make ends meet. Standing in my kitchen one cold winter day, I tearfully explained to my mom that I was supposed to be that “stay at home mom,” vacuuming with my pearls on. She said to me matter-of-factly, “June Cleaver is dead. This is your life, deal with it.”
And so I did, and as victories and challenges have come along, I still do. This blog is a place to share our love of food, traditions, and recipes – both old and new – and, of course, some fun along the way so you can share and create with your loved ones. Enjoy!