My Kentucky country relatives used figurative language so colorful and specific, it amounted to poetry. I mean, yeah, “a toothy grin” paints a picture, but there’s nothing striking about the image. Ah, but my Kentucky country relatives never used “a toothy grin” to describe a…
Sounds like something that got shoved under the car seat and forgotten, but it isn’t. I’m talking about hamburgers like my grandma Ruby used to make them. Best. Hamburgers. Ever. I’ve been spearmentin, and I’ve just about nailed it. You put the burger in a…
I know I’ve posted the recipe for Bear-Whippin’ Sauce before, but it bears (see what I did there? ahahaha!) repeating. This past weekend, I scored some OUTRAGEOUSLY good fresh strawberries at the farmers’ market. So, naturally, I made some Bear-Whippin’ Sauce to go with them.…
