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

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