In the South, our lives kind of revolve around food and taking care of people with food. If someone was sick, or if they had had a baby, or if they had lost a loved one, or even if they lost a job, my momma was at their door with pie or a cake or something to help them feel better.
There is a tradition in Southern cooking of recipes handed down for generations. And when I make my grandmother's strawberry pie I feel her right with me.
I have so many just precious, fond memories that revolve around food, and that's why I have such a passion for it.
