Category: tales

The proof is in the Cornbread

The proof is in the cornbread.

Yuletide Tales and Eggnog Cookies

These eggnog cookies taste like Christmas, but when you bake them your whole house smells like Christmas!

June’s Prapple Crisp

June made us Apple and Pear Crisp, so of course we renamed it Prapple Crisp!

The store beneath the stairs

When I was at Toms Brook Elementary, the downstairs was 1st through 4th grade and the upstairs was like Jr. High with 5th through 7th grade. We didn’t mix the two much unless we had to go to the gym, cafeteria, or the principal’s office. When… Continue Reading “The store beneath the stairs”

Appalachians are the salt of the earth

Last week I went to New York City for work. It was the first time I had been and it was a bit overwhelming at first. I had always wanted to go and am very grateful for the opportunity. We went for a food… Continue Reading “Appalachians are the salt of the earth”

In preparation for a barn raising

We spent most of the weekend working outside, in between the storms, relocating many of our shrubs, bushes, and plants in preparation for our next project. Work like that makes me feel more connected to grandmaw Barton. She was always working in her yard. She… Continue Reading “In preparation for a barn raising”

When reaching the peak, don’t weep.

I’ve said it many times, my mom didn’t cook much. That doesn’t mean that she wasn’t a good cook. One of her greatest cooking talents was making meringue. She always achieved that perfect peak. But, I only remember her making meringue for one thing…… Continue Reading “When reaching the peak, don’t weep.”

Who got the White Chocolate Bunny?

Happy Easter, everyone! I hope it’s been a great day for you, filled with family and fun. We had Mick’s family over, as we do most holidays. We fixed a ham, mashed potatoes & gravy, Mick’s now famous baked beans, green beans, my potato… Continue Reading “Who got the White Chocolate Bunny?”

I called it!!

Growing up in a large family, you rarely have anything that you can call your own. So when you have an opportunity, you grab it as quickly as you can. Since I was the youngest, my brothers always seemed to have the upper hand.… Continue Reading “I called it!!”

Grandmaw’s hand

Last night I dreamed that Grandmaw Barton came over to where I was sitting, sat down and took my hand. We just sat there. I can still feel how her hand felt in mine. It was strong, yet fragile. It was cold, but I… Continue Reading “Grandmaw’s hand”

The Appalachian Tale

Memories, recipes, and Tales of an Appalachian Boy.