My grandmother was a straight-up, bona fide, character.
Her name was Geraldine. She looked (and acted) like an Old Testament prophetess. She was very tall, thin, and wore her iron-gray, waist length hair in a very tight bun during the day and in a long, ropey braid when she went to bed.
Granny was tough and blunt. She had plenty of rules and expected everyone to fall in line. My dad always said his mother was a “test pilot at the broom factory”.

You know, she actually did bear a resemblance to Margeret Hamilton…
She married my grandfather in October of 1929. Somehow, she fed and clothed her growing family during the greatest economic crisis this country has ever known.
She was enormously frugal and wasted nothing. She made her own intense, delicious grape juice. She canned, pickled and repurposed. She still managed to produce dessert almost every night.
One of my favorites was a jello-based dish. She used the black walnuts that grew in her yard. Dad loves them, but I find them as bitter and dark as a Dickens spinster. In this recipe, I subbed in pecans.
Granny’s black cherry dessert
1-6 ounce box black cherry jello
3 cups boiling water
1 cup ice
14 ounces cream cheese
1 ½ cups large pecan pieces, toasted
Prepare your cream cheese: cut into ½-inch cubes using unflavored dental floss. Place in refrigerator to get very cold.
In a large bowl, mix jello, water, and ice. Stir in pecans. When the jello’s room temp, fold in cream cheese, keeping individual cubes intact. Pour into 9X13 dish, refrigerate, and allow to set completely (around 4 hours).
Serves 8-10.

I think Granny went to Sunday school with General Washington. My father’s middle name is George.
Granny also made her own potato bread. When we visited, she would cut thick slices, toast them, and slather on butter and/or jelly. It made the best gosh-darn toast you ever tasted.
A couple weeks ago I tried a new bread from La Farm, in Cary. It’s Carolina Gold rice sourdough.
It’s very moist and tasty. But the best part is, it makes the best toast since I sat at Granny’s table and ate my weight in hers. I discovered it October 10th, and am on my second loaf, with plans to get more next week. That doesn’t sound remarkable until you know that the loaves are huge, and I’ve been the only one eating it.
And this brings me to my main point.
Life is too short to eat dreadful, sub-par bread. I’m talking about you, Wonder and Sunbeam.
We live in an area rich with great bakeries, so there’s no excuse.
Here are a few of my favorites and where to get them, plus a tip to make frozen and day-old bread bakery fresh all over again.
Lots of places sell baguettes, but Earth Fare sells crusty-on-the-outside with pillow-y soft interiors for 98 cents—every day.
Costco bakes square rolls that are kind of like ciabatta. Sandwiches on them are delicious, but they’re awesome just eaten with cold salted butter.
The Co-op has a seven-grain that is really delicious. It makes a grilled cheese that even my white-bread-loving Petey enjoys.
Ninth St bakery has quite a few lovely loaves. A couple of my favorites are Sourdough French and sunflower. They also have a whole grain that’s quite good.
Whole Foods, Scratch and Loaf all have diverse and delicious bread.
I leave you with a couple carb hints.
When you freeze bread, it stops the clock on staleness and mold. If it’s toast you’re after, just toss slices, still frozen, into the toaster. You may have to turn it up to get enough color for your taste.
If it’s rolls or loaves, leave frozen until oven heats to 350. When it’s at temp, run each piece under water and place directly on the rack. Then throw about ¼ cup water into the oven as well (the steam keeps the crust crispy and the insides cloud-like soft). Bake for 13 minutes then take it out and place on cooling rack so it doesn’t get a soggy bottom (soggy bottoms are the worst).
Good as new—I promise.
There are so many things in life that you’ll probably regret. For the love of guacamole, don’t let bread be one of them.
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If the item is something you will use. Many times I buy store brand merchandise, so it would be more expensive to buy the name-brand, even with a coupon. Lowes and Harris Teeter double coupons. Kroger doesn’t, but they frequently mail coupons to customers, tailored to each individual’s buying history. And even though there’s an expiration date on them, Kroger honors them no matter what the date says.
Every time I’m in any grocery store, I walk through the meat department and look for sales. This is meat that is good, but only has a couple more days ’til the sell by date. As long as you either freeze it or cook it the day you bring it home, you’ll have no trouble. Yesterday I got a pound of flat iron steak for $3.00, down from $8.15. But the best deal ever was a four-pack of turkey burgers for $2.27.
The first two became patty melts on multi-grain bread. Tonight I made a mushroom-heavy Marsala sauce and served the other two on a bed of egg noodles that I’d bought at the dollar store.
The Kid has a rescue dog; a beautiful little husky (we think). Her name is Bella, and she has eyes the color of a Luna moth’s wing.

Even though he looked like a text book Akita, we’re pretty sure that he was a 105 pound heart, wrapped in a doggy suit. He was the gentlest dog we’d ever had.



When is a pound cake not a pound cake?

½ lb. or 2 sticks unsalted butter, room temperature
3 cups powdered sugar
So, about the pound cake riddle. Traditional cakes have one pound each of flour, sugar, butter, and eggs, with no leavening (baking powder or baking soda). It gets it rise from air whipped into the batter, and starting in a cold oven.
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It was a thought about my kitchen crush; Alton Brown.
I tried rolling the balls in dark cocoa powder to give them a hit of chocolate. It didn’t really flavor them, but when baking the cookies got an interesting pattern of black with light brown peeking through.
Using the frosting I made cookie sandwiches. They’re pretty good right away, but if you make them, cover them, and let sit overnight, the frosting sets up, and won’t squish out the sides when you take a bite.
Despite possessing a fair hand in the kitchen, I’ve never made a pie with which I was happy. I haven’t killed anybody, but nobody has ever asked for the recipe, or even seconds. Humdrum pies are my cross to bear. With grace and dignity I try to soldier on regardless of the back-breaking burden that fate has chosen for me (besides, my mom makes killer pies, and she’s very generous).
Almost at the end of our team’s pies Lisa brought around a green silky pie with flecks of lime zest visible. It was called a key lime fudge. They gave us all pieces and we chowed down. I and one other judge at my table loved it. It was almost like two pies in one. The top layer was tart yet sweet. The chocolate layer was silky and lingered on the tongue. I never would have predicted that key lime and chocolate would be so delicious and my very faorite out of a huge assortment of pies.
Apples can be problematic, cut them small enough so that they are cooked through. And taste them before you cook them. The last lesson was probably the most important.
4oz Dark Chocolate, chopped
I’d like to leave you with a tip. If you need a heat source to keep something hot, hollow out a large pumpkin, and cut holes around it, for ventilation. Place a Sterno inside the pumpkin and light. Then set you dish on top. It’s very festive. Thursday I’m going back for another contest. I’ll report back and let you know what happened.
So I was at the North Carolina state fair. I was acting as a judge in the North Carolina Sweet Potato Commission’s sweet potato contest. The direction was to come up with an item for breakfast, lunch, dinner, or snack.
Well…it didn’t really look like hash. It looked more like one of those hash brown casseroles (Not that there’s anything wrong with that, they are usually doctorate-level comfort food). So a nice creamy, cheesy baked sweet potato dish was coming up. Yeah, I could suffer through.
Only it was delicious. I mean it. Somehow, that disparate combo of ingredients, when mixed together and heated became a completely cohesive dish that was awesome. I don’t understand what happened; I’m just chalking it up to some kind of kitchen miracle.
3 Sweet potatoes, peeled and shredded
It won first prize.
I constantly wonder what goes on in their heads.I feel that I have a curious, scientific soul and an inquiring mind. My family doesn’t see it that way. They just think I have a pair of nosey pants in size XXXL.
What follows are just a few of the burning questions that torment me at night when I’m trying to fall asleep. They are the queries that I would love to present directly to the principle puzzler. But I’m afraid that instead of clarity, I’d wind up with a black eye.
Do you feel that you are truly living up to your potential? You’re just steering with one hand and texting with the other—I’ll bet if you tried, you could put a brush between your teeth and paint a lovely portrait.

What are you planning with 16 boxes of lime jello, turkey jerky, and a case of red lightbulbs?
Could you just stop? Pretty please?
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But this year is even redder and awesomer than ever before. I was invited to attend the media preview day.
Neomonde, who also has a restaurant/bakery in Raleigh, had Phoenician fish and chips. The fish was Pollock, and very tasty. The fries were tossed in za’atar; a spice mixture of thyme, sesame seeds, oregano, salt, and sumac. I have some of the herb mixture at home and use it on all kinds of things.
And that brings us back to La Farm.
Chef James Clark is owner of the soon-to-be-opened food stall, Hook and Larder at the Blue Dogwood Public Market on Franklin in Chapel Hill. He’s also a friend who has made it his personal mission to mature my taste for seafood. I’m strictly a Filet ‘O Fish and Chicken of the Sea girl, which I think breaks his seafood-loving heart a little bit.
I should have fasted for 6-8 weeks.
Woody’s Wings (locations in Raleigh and Cary) and Chef’s D’lites took a couple of common sammiches and made them into egg rolls. Oh man.
And ice cream: NCSU’s Howling Cow had caramel apple crisp, and the John Deere folks had Elvis; banana/peanut butter. I polished off a scoop each. I know, I couldn’t believe it myself. But I suffered through it all for you, Gentle Reader.
I was warned; I came hungry, and even wore my eatin’ pants. But both me and my pants were supremely uncomfortable on that long ride home.