The maven of butter, cream cheese, heavy whipping cream, and fat back.
She's the woman who convinced us all that the cooking shows of the 1990s with their fat-free plastic-tasting cheese, steamed broccoli, and tofurkey need to quit trying to reinvent the wheel and start cooking real food for real people.
She cooks the food our forefather's grew up eating: Collard greens with ham hocks, buttermilk fried chicken, red skinned mashed potatoes, and shrimp and grits.
Well, this week my sister, Caryn, is rubbing elbows with Paula in her kitchen in Savannah, Georgia as one of the appetizer finalists in The Real Women of Philadelphia cooking contest.
Off and on all week I have been behind the scenes of Caryn's blog adding content, pictures, and videos. Making buttons, and sending Facebook messages out in support of her and her awesome Sassy Tailgate Sandwiches.
So yeah, that's why I have been rather incognito here on my own humble blog. Well, that and soaking up all the sunshine (and gaining the sunburn to prove it) over at Casa de Grasshoppa with my bloggy BFF both last Friday and then again yesterday.
Next we are planning to celebrate the Fourth of July together which should be nothing short of hilarious. I plan on super-gluing magnets to the caps of all her chapstick and sunscreen tubes and then tying a magnified knife block to her midsection.
If you don't get the joke you really must check out her blog.
