Confession of a Southern Girl Who Doesn’t Cook Soul Food
I was born in rural Alabama, the home of collard greens, hog jowls, and (baked) macaroni and cheese- the place where you cook with real butter, real sugar, and anything that adds extra grease or calories to a dish. My mother’s specialities are banana pudding, potato salad, and cornbread dressing. My grandmothers were celebrated for their homemade cakes, fried chicken, and tasty vegetables. My confession, however, is that I’m not a soul food girl. I’d rather learn a new comput