Cobbled Together
Cobbled Together So much of what I know and enjoy about cooking comes from time spent beneath the apron strings of my grandmother as she flitted around her kitchen. It was the hub of that house, where conversation drifted from food to faith to family as often as Mamaw drifted from the stove to the sink to the nearby table. And while I love a challenge, a complex recipe in multiple stages finishing with a pleasant presentation, the food that came out of Mamaw's kitchen was always simple country fare with little flourish, home-grown, hand-made, and delicious using what was on hand. The woman could do more with flour and lard than I can with a fully stocked pantry... My grandmother and grandfather, before he went to work blasting dynamite for TVA, were sharecroppers, and, out of necessity, they used what they had on hand or could get cheaply, to sustain them. Hence, the cobbler. Quick, easy, and soooo good, it...
