My West Virginia grandmother, Maudie, taught me to make pies and biscuits and to garden, can, and hang my laundry to dry in the fresh mountain air. Standing elbow-to-elbow at her big white enameled drainboard sided sink is where I learned how to cut a sugar cookie, what seeds to plant, how to get (and keep) a man, and that rum doesn’t count as alcohol if it’s drenching your fruit cake.
When I was 21, I moved into what would become a long succession of off-the-grid 19th century dilapidated farm houses in rural southwest VA, complete with chickens, pigs, bunnies, bees, and a donkey. With a well bucket in one hand and a chainsaw in the other, I made myself a home-spun life. Inspired by those homesteader years, the women in my family, and my many elderly Appalachian farm women friends, I’ve spent a lifetime learning about old-timey cooking, home-making wisdom, and heirloom gardening and gathering. And that’s what I’m sharing with you … in my blog and in my cooking classes and cookbooks.
The teakettle’s whistling, let’s eat that pie!