My friends will tell you if you stop by my house you can expect to get fed and cake is always, always on the table. In the South many of us grew up in this was still standard to the household. It was just something you expected, like peanut brittle in your Christmas stocking which was often times a hunting sock, or buttery stone milled grits at breakfast. A comfort after a long day or a happy companion to your coffee at sunrise..
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Nice! Nice to see cakejamlove on the move once again. Girl, you hit it out of the park with this blog!
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Thanks!!! It’s great to get in the kitchen and create.. Love on a plate 💜✨
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You folks ain’t seen nothin yet. Wait till you see her homemade jams and preserves. Humina…humina……
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Haha!! Yes I owe you another goodie box!
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