Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?- Mary Oliver
The Supper Table
From Heart to Hearth
In the South, food is never just food—it’s how we love each other, how we remember who we came from, and how we mark the turning of the seasons. A pot of apple butter simmering on the stove carries more than apples; it holds the patience of slow hands and the scent of woodsmoke rising over the holler. I still keep my grandmother’s recipe cards, her looping script smudged with flour and time, each stain a small story of its own. Down here, every meal is a way of keeping the heart from going hungry. Recipes aren’t written down so much as passed along—one spoonful, one story, one prayer at a time.
Pictured: My Great Aunt Ruth Lowe Hall (March 31, 1917 - July 4, 2005) holding a rooster, somewhere in Hayesville, NC. Ruth passed away in 2005 at the age of 88. Photo Credit: Old Family Photo.