After suffering from an illness that starved my body food became a focus. As I have started to get better the old stand by - food from a box - no longer appealed to me. I took the kitchen back from my husband and went back to cooking "real" meals. I enjoy it all My grandmother was a true hillbilly in every sence of the word. Her old recipie book is filled with tipical hillbilly cusine. With my favorite being the raccoon and my least being pickled carp. She was in her 60's when she sent me a photo of herself with her shot gun posing next the the 9 point buck she had brought down. Summers were filled with weeks spent in the Ozarks and interesting meals. Now that she is gone it's family reunions and pot luck dinners where some of grandma's more tame recipies live on. Anytime my picky eater children clean their plates and ask for more! How many times a week do the smoke alarms need to go off? :)