My Blog

Raised in the rolling hills of Tennessee, north of Nashville, my family were influential cooks. Inspired by their love of southern homemade meals, cast iron skillet cooking quickly became a passion of mine, that I now enjoy sharing with all of you! In addition, discover tips and techniques I use to care for my personal collection of cast iron cookware. 

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November 14, 2019
Mammie's Cinnamon Rolls

My heart always rested well on a small country gravel road that lead to a farmhouse nestled on top of a hill. Wooded lands, and rolling hills as far as the eye could see. I spent many years playing in the wooded area of my hometown. I felt at peace as the winds carried me […]

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June 25, 2019
The Crackers in The Barrel

When I was a child, my mom used to take my sister and I out to eat at Cracker Barrel. I never turned down their biscuits and always ordered the same dish; Chicken and Dumplings, green beans, and mashed potatoes. Fast forward several years later, at the ripe age of thirty-nine, I still order the […]

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May 1, 2019
Griswold Spider Skillet

A few weeks ago I was doing some mindless scrolling on a Facebook cast iron page. I came across a post that was receiving several comments. Every second you could hear the clicks from the comments that were being made. I went back to the post to see what the uproar was about, and surprisingly […]

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March 4, 2019
Fried Chicken and Sisters

As a child, Sundays were the best day of the week. Every Sunday my family and I would go to my grandparent's farmhouse. That was our little piece of heaven on earth. Mammie would have our dinner ready. Dinner was lunch and dinner was dinner, but we didn't mind what we called it because dinner […]

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March 2, 2019
Strawberry Shortcakes

As a child and young adult, I spent my summers picking strawberries on my grandparents' farm. My Mammie (grandmother) spent hours and hours in green pastures picking berries. One spring, she got a bad sunburn on her back from picking berries. I followed in her footsteps years later. I didn't realize my shirt had rolled […]

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