One reason that I love food and cooking is that food is tied to so many special family memories for me. I come from a long line of great cooks, and nothing (good or bad) happens in our family without somebody cooking something.
I stopped at Jack’s on my way to work this morning for a biscuit, and while I was eating it, I was reminded of learning to make biscuit dough with my Mamaw Hall. I shared this story on the blog a little over a year ago, but it is one of my favorites. Check it out here!