When Gumbo Calls My Name

I never heard of gumbo or even okra for that matter before visiting New Orleans back in the early 90’s. I was there with a friend and while he attended conferences, I met a fun-loving woman from Connecticut whose husband was attending the same conferences. Although I forget her last name, I will forever beContinue reading “When Gumbo Calls My Name”

Sausage Egg and Cheese Minis

The first Sunday we attended the Mooresburg Presbyterian Church, there was a delicious fellowship brunch after the church service, and for some reason I had the impression that they did this every Sunday. I was enamored with the idea of breaking bread together on a regular basis, and the next week I prepared food toContinue reading “Sausage Egg and Cheese Minis”