When Food is Most Comfortable
My grandma is a white-haired, blue-eyed, sassy 78-year old, who will tell you she is still young. Her name is Betty Lou, but we call her the “Cornett Betty Crocker.” Not only does she love to cook for her family, but she puts on a spread that would make Paula Deen proud.
Grandma is a true Southern belle of comfort food, taking pride in the fact that she makes everything from scratch (read: lots of sugar and butter). Each year for our Fourth of July celebration, she barbeques a pork tenderloin, smokes a chicken, makes her classic potato salad, coleslaw, macaroni and cheese, baked beans, freshly-baked rolls, and homemade pickles… and that’s just dinner. For dessert, she follows with a red velvet cake and a cheesecake with fresh berries.
By the end, my entire family is gleaming, stuffed with a meal and joy in what she’s prepared for us. In our food bliss, I realize there is something more than nostalgic about my grandmother’s cooking. There is a certainty that when I sit down to one of her meals, it will bring the entire family together, at least for a little while. Through life’s hectic day-to-day, it’s nice to know there are those simple moments, enjoying a dinner of Southern specialties at grandma’s house.
Posted by Laura.