My Grandma Myrtle used to put out a spread of fried chicken, mashed potatoes, gravy, corn, green beans, fluffy rolls and chocolate cake with seven minute frosting for dessert -- all made from scratch. Was it the food that was so great or the joy of watching her in the kitchen as she sang gospel songs and prepared these meals? Or was it the family fellowship around her table? Are we so fitness conscious and/or addicted to "fast foods" these days that we fail to indulge in those delicious memories occasionally and guilt free? Of course I cannot even come close to preparing a meal like my grandma did.
(Are you enjoying comfort food this labor day weekend?)