My quest… to meet Paula Deen.

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Those of you who know me know that food is my passion; all kinds of food, but especially Southern food.  This is probably evidenced my  expanding waist line, but it truly is a near obsession for me.  I thrill in cooking, especially for others.  My friends and family enjoying a meal I prepared is one of the most rewarding things for me.  I’d bet 80% of the time my television is on, it’s on the Food Network.  I delight in trying new recipes and adapting old favorites to include new flavors and ingredients.   Like I said… obsessed.

Food is such an integral part of Southern culture.  Whether it’s a death, birth, illness, or celebration we find ourselves preparing our favorite casseroles and desserts and carting them off to those affected.  Every celebration in the South includes food.  We go out to dinner to celebrate birthdays, graduations, anniversaries, Valentines Day, the list goes on and on.

So all this leads me to my “list of things to do”.  You know, things to do before you die, your bucket list.  My list has changed dramatically in the past ten years.  What was once a list filled with things like becoming  a multimillionaire overnight with a successful website or becoming a famous actor and has moderated to more easily attainable goals like being a great father and one day visiting Italy and Greece.  One thing that remains on my list that might be considered far-fetched by some is to meet the butter queen herself, Paula Deen.  And I’m not talking about at some drive-by meeting at a book signing or at one of her mass public events.  I want the opportunity to visit with her to actually have a conversation.  She’s such an inspiring, hard-working lady… I’d just love to pick her brain.  Starting from such humble roots to becoming one of the most successful celebrities, her Cinderella story is one for the books.

So, Paula, if you’re reading this, I’m waiting for my invitation.   I’d love to chat about your career on your porch sipping some sweet tea and then whip up something for supper in your amazing kitchen.  Yep… I’m waiting.  Call me.

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  1. LOL – This reminds me of when the wife of an elderly man I know, passed away. All the ladies came to the funeral/luncheon (I’m southern and Lutheran..LOL)and they all came casserole-in-hand. We began to call these little casserole-totin’ widows, Casserolers. Watch out, the Casserolers are out! LOL

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