My favorite memory is going to the garden with my Grandmom to dig new potatoes and pull fresh green onions.  We would then go in the house together and she would take the fresh potatoes we had dug up and fry them and fry some fresh salt meat make a pan of cornbread and wash and peel the onions and that is one of my favorite memories

By Charmell Bennett on September 09, 2010

Paula, I have to tell yo a GRAND story about digging potatoes. I went with a friend of mind from Atlanta to visit her Aunt on their farm in North Georgia.  I grew up in Bulloch County so I knew about gardens and such.  Well, I rolling out dumplings and she sent her neice out to the garden to get a bucket of potatoes.  A short time later she came back empty handed and said she had looked everywhere and there were no potatoes to be found.  Of course that was 35 years ago and we are yet to let her live that down.  Her Aunt nor I could fathom that a 25 year old lady would not know that potatoes were roots and you had to dig them.

Also, am so enjoying my stove top coffee pot. Hot coffee again.  Praise God.

By Mary Daughtry on September 09, 2010

When I was alil’ bit we would go to my Aunt Rosie’s in Landisville,NJ and She would tell Uncle Billy to take the back screen door off and scrub’er up. The kids would sit around the table and wrap the tortilini’s around our fingers or flatten the ravioloi’s so things would go alot faster.  We used to have vats also for the grape crushing parties to make the wine.

By Christine Donahue on September 09, 2010

Loved it and everything about Paula Deen. A nurse told me one day that I reminded her of Paula Deen! I was pumped up all day.lol

By Treva Kinsey on September 09, 2010

I remember as a child going to grandma’s house.  My sister and I would get up from the table for dinner at home and go to grandma’s house and tell grandma we were hungry. Grandma always had vanilla cookies there. We would eat all of grandmas cookies.
I also remember when I was in eigth grade I had to go to school at 11:30a.m.so my mom and I would always go to the strawberry field in Plant City, where my mom was from, and pick strawberries.I could not deal with the heat and I got to hot and I passed out right there in the strawberry field. This has really made me appreciate grandma always having strawberry jam for her delicious breakfasts.

By Sheila Pearon on September 09, 2010

My mother told me to keep me out of her way when I
was a baby she would put me in my highchair and give me a dill pickle. Said I loved them and would
suck on them and the juice would run down my arm.
That kept me busy for a while.

By Carolyn Massey on September 09, 2010

Love , Love , Love your show Paula , always ! Love it when your sons are there with you ! I think it’s wonderful how close your family is !

By Carolyn Townsend Bradley on September 09, 2010

My grandmother would have all eight grandchildren pick figs and strawberries, and then we would all help out with her, to make the most unbelievable strawberry-fig jam.Just about every wonderful memory of my grandmother included wonderful smells from her kitchen. I remember waking up before all my older siblings, and cousins on a saturday morning to find her in the kitchen kneeding dough for the most heavenly yeast rolls that would accompany her famous shrimp gumbo for supper later on. Her and I made the little balls of heaven together, and enjoyed that quiet one on one time before the rest of the kids woke up. I was six, and am now fourty five now. A memory I will never forget and always cherish. I still make that gumbo and bread, and my sis, the strawberry-fig jam today.

By diane sterns coombs on September 09, 2010

Talking about your grand mother and her spitfire ways and rainbow language, reminds me of ME!! LOL I read your book, and once I started on it, I had an awful time putting it down! Reading it, was just like I was sitting and listening to you talk to me! I love your show too!

By Sarah DeShong on September 09, 2010