My Mom was born in 1925 and grew up in a deeply impoverished family in Appalachia. Her cooking was hardly "gourmet" but it was what I grew up on so it tasted like "home." When I moved North to pursue higher education I found myself missing it enormously, so I called Mom and asked her if she'd write down some recipes for me to copy. She died shortly thereafter in 2002. I still make her sausage gravy from time to time: my Yankee friends all love it, and it reminds me of Mom and home every time.
– Kevin Jennings