HAPPY FATHER’S DAY TO ALL THE DAD’S OUT THERE!!!
I want to take a second and brag on how absolutely amazing my Daddy is! The first thing you should know about him is that he is one of the funniest people you will ever meet. He is just like a big kid that loves to have a good time and make people laugh.
The second thing you should know about my dad is that he bleeds orange and white. That’s right, because of him our entire family are HUGE Tennessee Volunteers fans. Additionally, because of this my sister and myself have had sports ingrained in us from a very young age and I love that! We have an annual tradition to take a trip up to Neyland Stadium in Knoxville to cheer on our Vols. This has become on of my favorite memories that we share.
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Grandma Cecile. Where this journey begins.
The wooden recipe box I received for Christmas (which is also the inspiration behind “Bless the Food”) belonged to her. I never met her but I have heard SO many wonderful stories about her.
Grandma Cecile is my dad’s grandmother, my great grandmother. She was all of 5 feet but had the temperament as if she were 10 feet tall and bulletproof. She loved to cook, bake and host company any time she could and always served tea or lemonade on her porch. She was the epitome of a “Southern Lady”.
Although she was a very proper classy lady, she also was not afraid to get her hands dirty by working in the massive garden her husband and she owned. She would drive the tractor, plant different vegetables, and mow right alongside my great grandfather and would do it happily. Everyone talks about what a green thumb she had (something I definitely admire because I kill every plant I have). According to family members, Grandma Cecile was a very traditional southern cook who loved to cook for her family. She always wanted to take care of anybody that came to her home.
Grandma Cecile was poised, hardworking, hospitable, and feisty; everything I aspire to be. I never knew I had so much in common with her.
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