Chicken and Dressing – Free Download
Considering the holidays, and some folks, due to no fault of their own, not knowing how to make cornbread dressing properly – I saw where one lady said she was gonna use Jiffy Cornbread Mix in hers! – my members…
Hugh's Blog
Hopeful in spite of the facts
Hugh's Blog
Hopeful in spite of the facts
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Guardian Angels
A thing I do, when overwhelmed by the pain of the world, is to look through the memory box I carry around in my head and try hard to remember everything I can about a particular thing. Last night, processing…
The Ice Cream
I have written before in these pages about my Aunt Louise. My great aunt, really – Dad’s mom’s sister – she died when I was 12, but until then was one of my biggest influences. She lived on 40 acres,…
The Bird Project
Mr. Doc died when I was 10, and it was way before that. I was probably six or so when I first learned about birdwatching. Mr. Doc was my elderly neighbor, the retired farmer who, along with his wife Monty,…
In Praise Of Letters
Are you a Sloppy Joe or a Neat Pete? That was the sign on the wall of my fifth grade public school Language classroom. It was the first year I was to attend Public School after my formative years at…
The Pie That Isn’t There
It’s not much to look at. It’s a spiral bound church cookbook that the church of my childhood put out in the late 70’s as a fundraiser. It’s blue, with a drawing of the church on the front – the…
Why Do You Like to Cook?
Kaylee, age 13: Uncle Hugh, how often do you cook? Me, age 49: I cook something almost every day, and some days I cook two or three times a day. Why? Kaylee: Well, I could tell by the way you…
The First Tree
It was a cold day, as I remember it. We had more of those then, and they came earlier in the year, too. You could see your breath that day, and I pretended I was smoking a cigarette, holding a…
Biscuits I have known
When I pulled out of the cheap motel I had spent the night in the outskirts of Charlotte, NC, I couldn’t wait to hit the road. But first, I had to refuel. I grabbed some gas at the gas station, and…
For childhood memories of Thanksgiving
On the 24th day, I’m grateful for childhood memories of Thanksgiving. Until the age of 12 or so, we spent every Thanksgiving at my uncle’s house in Memphis. He was my Dad’s half-brother, from my grandmother’s first marriage, and he…