Be Still and Know...Then and Now

Several weeks ago Beverly over at "Dancing with the Daffodils" wrote a wonderful post on coming together at the dinner table for a home cooked meal. She shared with us about a peach cobbler she had fixed for her husband, how it smelled and how the act of cooking and having fellowship around the table was the love language she used to show her husband her love. Well folks I have not been able to stop thinking about home made peach cobbler since!!!!! I've been smelling that love ever since I read her post, and have had this lingering nagging feeling of incompleteness as the imagined aromas of pechy - ness wafted through my house. That peachy wafting washed over me the other day at the grocery store and I could resit no longer. I stood in the produce section of my local Ingles and selected several soft fuzzy sweet smelling round bundles of goodness and placed them in my cart. I restrained myself for a day or two in order to wait for the fruit to come to it's fullest ...

I confess, I'm a foodie! I love all things Food Network and I especially love Paula Deen. When we made plans to come to Savannah I was salivating at the opportunity to dine at this southern landmark, this mecca of deep fried ecstasy. As I said in my earlier post, my dear friends daughter was able to wrangle us the much prised reservations. And after a long day of walking the city we headed back to our hotel for a bit of a nap before dinner. We needed to be fortified for the experience of entering the inner sanctum of all things southern. After a very short walk, it was raining, but just a light spring shower and we had a large umbrella so we arrived dry and cool after our short walk from our hotel. We found ourselves standing in front of the sanctuary of fried chicken and black eyed peas. My mouth is watering just thinking about the food. The Lady & Son's Earlier in the day we stopped into the Paula Deen Store (right next door to the restaurant) to do a bit of shopping. I ...