When I was growing up, every once in a while, if you were super good, Mom would make what I call soul food. Growing up in the South, you knew there was nothing to be thankful for more than fried chicken on a Sunday afternoon.
During deer season if dad brought meat home, then it was even better. Having fried tenderloins and biscuits for breakfast makes my mouth water just thinking about it! I love the way that I was raised and all of the calories that come with the soul food! I even love that we have all of the secret recipes that have been in the families for generations.
Soul food wouldn’t be complete without the cook pouring their love into the meal. That is what I am most thankful for more than anything else. Having food made for me by my mom with all of her love.
