Grits and Purls

Spinning yarns about the grit of life

My daughter loves “monkey bread.” On the mornings when my daughter’s preschool is offering this as a special breakfast treat, I want to return to preschool and eat breakfast there. The smell of sweet bread is heavenly. So, when my daughter asked me one day after monkey bread had been offered (a rare treat on …

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I suspect that my mom and maternal grandmother were up in Heaven laughing on New Year’s Day when I set off the fire alarms with Grandma’s cornbread dressing. I had set the pan containing the perfectly baked cornbread dressing on top of the stove before turning on the wrong burner when preparing another dish for …

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When I was a little girl I used to refuse to eat the Picadillo my mother would make because it contained raisins. It was sort of an unreasonable kid thing to do, but I could steadfastly refuse, so I did. If you aren’t familiar with Picadillo it is a traditional Spanish dish, a kind of …

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I took my grandmother’s 1941 Westinghouse cookbook from its hallowed place on the top shelf of the china cabinet (also my grandmother’s) and carefully turned to page 104 where I found the recipe for baking powder biscuits. This is the recipe that my grandmother used, the one that my mother used, and the one that …

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