I’m not sure what inspired Laura Belle and I to undertake the challenge of a Sunday supper (well, we made it on a Saturday, but “Saturday supper” doesn’t have the same ring to it). A couple of months ago we were at the U-District farmers market and spotted some collard greens, and I think that was the beginning. What goes best with collards? Why, fried chicken and biscuits, of course!
So. I know that most things I make and post about on here are accompanied with me waxing poetic about how it’s one of my very favorite things to eat in the world, ever. But. Deviled eggs really are one of my very favorite things to eat in the world, ever. Any member of my family can back me up on this. My love affair with deviled eggs spans just about my entire life, or at least the part of my life that I’ve been able to eat solid food. I. LOVE. THEM. I can easily eat half a dozen of them in one go. Really.
And, in honor of Easter (which is when I made these), I present a deviled eggs recipe…which isn’t much of a recipe at all. More of a guideline.
My intention is to make this post short-ish, because there is just so much football to watch today. I’ve got the Tennessee/UCLA game on mute while I write, and a bit later I’m leaving to watch the Georgia game with the rest of the alum here in Seattle. (We don’t even need to talk about last week’s game. The only highlights: free beer at the sports bar where Michael and I watched the game in New York, and our opening drive.)
Anyway, I really enjoyed everyone’s comments about the blackberry cobbler post. It was a lot of fun to write and remember so many very dear memories from Swainsboro. So thanks, y’all!
I have just as many wonderful memories from Winnie’s house in Cordele. (We never called her Grandmother or anything, because everyone calls her Winnie—short for Winifred.) I suppose the difference is that Winnie still lives in Cordele, and I go down there usually once a year or so. The frequency of trips to Cordele has decreased as us grandchildren have become adults; it’s easier for her to come up to Atlanta and stay at our house, or to Greenville, to stay with Uncle Noel and Aunt Susan. Continue reading
I feel like all I do on this blog is apologize for the lack of posts! Once again, I’d like to apologize to my fanatical readers (that’s a joke, get it?) for the six-week silence. There’s been a lot going on, as several of these pictures will tell you.
LB and I are settled into our new place, and it is awesome. It’s so much better than we even knew we wanted…fantastic views of downtown from the bay window in the living room, a quick 10-minute walk to Green Lake, endearing antique detailing on the doorknobs and windows, an enormous clawfoot bathtub, a 5-minute commute to work, and beautiful sunsets over the Olympic mountains. Life is good, friends. We also have a huge attic that is just begging for guests…hint, hint.
The view from the living room…you can see downtown Seattle in the distance!
Another perk of the new place is the garden in the side yard. The former tenant—my boss Sarah, just because I don’t have enough Sarahs in my life—planted several tomato plants, cucumbers, bell peppers, green beans, lettuce, and sweet peas.