Southern Morning

It's so humid I expect to see alligators at my back door. Maybe this weather will make me a southerner. The south understands fiddle and banjo on the porch, cherry peach pie and laughter in a way that New Englander's can't. In celebration of Southern weather, I will get out Bill Neal's Cookbook. I worked as a waitress at his restaurant CROOKS BBQ Corner, years ago. I was a pretty good cashier but a terrible waitress.