Mae's Kitchen
Come on in, honey, and wipe your feet. Supper's almost ready.
My kitchen has always been the warmest room in the house: biscuits in the oven, pecan pie cooling on the sill, coffee on the porch and a candle going so the whole place smells like home. And you'll find Walter's things in here too, because he's never far: his rocking chair on the porch, his mama's skillet, that old pecan tree and a glass of sweet tea waiting for good company. These are the pieces we'd want on your table this Thanksgiving and Christmas, and they make a sweet gift for whoever's hosting.
Pull up a chair. There's always room for one more.
— Margaret Mae
