Southern Fried Catfish Tacos

When I was a kid, from ages 6 to around 9, my family lived in the middle of NOWHERE. My dad was in seminary to become a pastor and while he was finishing his degree at Candler School of Theology at Emory University he also preached at two small churches in The Rock, Georgia. Yes, that is a real place. Located about 7 miles North of Thomaston, The Rock is a small unincorporated town of Upson County.

We lived two houses down from the church, the only thing between the house and the church parking lot was the cemetery and our neighbor Mr. Johnny’s house. Although there was NOTHING around, as a small child I absolutely loved living in the country with a lot of open fields, tall trees to climb, and the sweet smell of honeysuckle all summer long.

The Rock house, circa 2002, on a rare snowy day

It was incredible living in the country. I shot my first BB gun while living there, saw a deer get skinned, shucked buckets of corn, and had neighbors who owned multiple goats and a donkey named Marvin (who frequently escaped). Continue reading “Southern Fried Catfish Tacos”


Great Mama

My fondest memory about my Great Mama is centered around food. The earliest memories I have of my mom’s grandma, who we called Great Mama, were from our family reunions in Sacramento, California were my mom’s extended family lives.

The first time I remember traveling to California for the family reunion is a little fuzzy since I was still a kid, maybe 7 or 8? But I can remember the first time I met my Great Mama. I remember thinking “my grandpa looks just like her” and that she had the most beautiful rose bushes in her yard. Then I tried her homemade, from scratch tortillas. HOLY GUACAMOLE! These tortillas are still a taste memory for me today (I can taste them as I type this). So naturally I was super excited to feature her and learn one of her favorite recipes. Continue reading “Great Mama”