The Best Cook in the World by Rick Bragg

A lot of people think their Mommas are the best cooks in the world.  Mine was not.  She could burn water.  But my Nana, my non-biological great-grandmother (she ran the boarding house my grandfather lived in on Noble Street), was an amazing cook.  I was pretty sure she was the cook in the last cookbook memoir I reviewed here.

This Momma, however, is from the South.  Way South.

Baked possum anyone?  With sweet potatoes?

I've read Rick Bragg's column in one of my fave magazines, Garden & Gun.  I also loved said previous cookbook memoir (Bruculinu America).  I also secretly want to retire to south Virginia, near Tennessee.  I had no idea what I was in for in reading this.

I laughed a lot.  I cried a few times.  And I most definitely felt the need to puke once (you have to CARE FOR the possum for a week before cooking it!).

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