Pennies In My Kitchen

I have always loved food,  both cooking it and eating it. When growing up, we lived with my grandma and grandpa who were both from the "hills." Grandma cooked things like thick slices of ham, redeye gravy, fried taters, and biscuits. I have had a lot of funny cooking experiences and a lot of wonderful ones. Now, my mama wasn't a great cook, but she would pray over everything she cooked. If she made a pan of fudge, she'd ask God to bless it and He always did. My mama who passed away 4 years ago always had a love of pennies. She collected pennies,  looked for pennies, and prayed over pennies and gave them away. Now, whenever I find a penny in a strange place, I will know my Mama is nearby and it helps me feel closer to her. Now, my kitchen is my place of solace, my creative habitat, and my domain. When I feel love, passion, sadness, happiness, or loneliness, I know my kitchen and cooking will raise my spirits. I love the comfort of old recipes and the intrigue of new ones.  There is just something rewarding for me to cook something yummy and see how people like it. Like I said I have had disasters incooking which I will share in another blog. I collect cookbooks and they are my main reading material. Yes, I look for pennies, save pennies and play games with pennies just like my Mom, but cooking is my love. With a good luck penny in my pocket and a prayer in my heart, I head for the kitchen to round up some good "vittles."