Most people have someone who inspires them in the kitchen. Granted, y'all know of my love for Gordon Ramsay but sometimes his food is too poncy for me. I love comfort food. Things that spark memories - either in the making or bringing them back. Tastes that give you a hug and tell you 'welcome home honey' - Gordon's food speaks volumes but not in my tantalizing southern accent. No, that is left up to me and my girl - Paula Deen.
I have said a million times, and my husband will attest to this, that when I grow up, I'm going to be just like dear, sweet Paula Deen. She is just sunshine with legs - could be her megawatt smile or her bubbly personality... I can't put my finger on exactly what it is but I can tell you that I love every bit of it. She doesn't take herself seriously. She's just a mama who loves her family and makes good home cooked eats for everyone to enjoy. Nothing poncy. Nothing posh. Just food. Normal, every day food that you would find in a normal every day kitchen - with sinful ingredients and satisfying results.
So when I grow up and have my Aga, which will probably be when my hair is just as beautifully snow white as Paula's, I will be sure to holler out the door to all my friends and family - megawatt smile intact - 'y'all come eat'... because that would truly be heaven on earth.
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