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The Grace of Paula Deen

The Grace of Paula Deen

Photo taken November 2011 while taping 3rd show " A Chatty Christmas" with Paula.
Photo taken November 2011 while taping 3rd show ” A Chatty Christmas” with Paula.

There standing in the kitchen with four burners going, is a silver haired lady, her hair is pulled back in a pony-tail and she’s cooking up a storm. She has on a t-shirt, leggings and her feet are bare. She is preparing a breakfast for all of us vultures, we are salivating from the mouth just to get a small taste. By the expressions on her face you can tell this weekend, surrounded by family and friends, is just what she needed. Paula starts to head down the hall and hollers, “girls it’s time to go upstairs”.  Now this is something we had waited to hear all weekend. Paula had told us when we first arrived,” Girls before y’all leave, let’s make sure we visit my closet so y’all can pick out some new outfits”. After this statement this was all we could think about.

Amy yells, “I’m on my way, so everybody get out of my way”, meaning Amy was getting first dibs. Amy grabs a couple of sacks to fill with her loot. Her eyes were the size of UFO’s – almost like she had seen Santa Claus for the first time. She made a beeline down the hall and up the stairs to the closet. Mama and I just sort of took our time, seeing that we were full as a tick on a blood hound. I could hear Amy in the background, stuffing her sack with goodies, saying, “Oh, Paula I just love that! Thank you so much”. I thought I had better pick up my step before she got all the good stuff. I walk in the closet and Amy peers up from her glasses as I walked into the holy land, which is Paula’s closet, and yells “this is my sack of clothes and you need to get your own”. I said,” I got my sack; so get back Jack”. After a minute or two Paula blows a whistle, as to say slow down sisters, “whatever doesn’t fit you girls or anything that doesn’t seem to work for you let’s make a pile for me to take to Goodwill”. Paula continued, “I can remember how I used to feel when I worked years ago and I never had anything nice to wear. It made me feel awful”. I want to donate nice things for women to wear so that they can feel confident when they go to work”. Amy and I slowed down a little so that we could take a minute to go back through our loot and take out some of the pieces that we had already gathered. We didn’t need all this stuff and Paula reminded us that it was more important for us to give than receive.

Amy took a sip of her Diet Coke and said “Paula you know what”? No little Itch, Paula’s pet name for Amy, What? Tears started to well up in both of our eyes, I knew what Amy was about to say. “Paula we can’t imagine all that you are going through at this time, it’s very difficult for us to even try to put ourselves in your shoes”. Our hearts absolutely broke in two just trying to imagine how you must feel”. I spoke up trying to hold it together, “it’s really not about the clothes that you so graciously give to us. It’s the love that you have put in to it. You know that it makes us feel special to wear nice things and it gives us confidence to stand tall. When you gave us that one shirt that has the embroidery on the lapel, the pleats that form to the curves of our body, you know it makes a fat girl feel pretty and skinny”. We all burst out laughing, trying to break the stiffness in the air. I continued,” we know that it comes from a special place in your heart, as it has ever since you and mama carried babies together”. Amy walked over to Paula and began to say “Paula, I just wish people knew you like we do, I wish they had the pleasure to grow up with you and witness just how down to earth you are”. I spoke up and said, “you know Amy – people do have that pleasure. They get it every time they turn on the TV. When they watch her on TV – whoever they saw on TV, the women that they saw is the same women standing in this closet with us. What you see is definitely what you get”. Paula removed her glasses to wipe a tear from her face. She never said a word, and we could tell how much all this drama had hurt her heart. Amy cleared her throat and said, “Paula you will always be a winner in our eyes and millions of others. Amy continued, have you seen all the positive feedback from the Facebook pages “We support Paula Deen”, We are for Paula Deen, and plenty more”? Hell Paula, you have more pages and likes than some of the most famous stars! Paula chuckled, “yes Amy – I have seen them, and it makes my heart so full to just read these peoples comments”. I am truly blessed to have such faithful fans.” We started to gather up our sacks of clothes and put our arms around her and kissed her on her check. It went unspoken but there was just so much love and compassion felt inside that cedar closet. We thanked her for all her kindness and for teaching the sisters what it felt like to give and receive with grace. “Our lady, Paula Deen, is simply Pure Grace”! The entire weekend was such a tremendous blessing for all of us; we hated to leave. We had a great time and we took more than clothes and good groceries away from that house. We took knowledge of giving and receiving; knowing what it’s like to be a strong women and a hard worker – and most importantly-the gift of love and never forgetting to thank the Lord for all that we have received.

Saying our goodbyes with hugs and kisses, we heard the car horn blowing, it sounded like a flock of geese flying overhead; a signal that we to needed to hurry our butts up and get on the road. The iron gates eased opened and right there stuck in the Savannah marsh was a glowing Pepto-Bismol  pink sign that said, “Hang In There Paula, Love Ya!”. The hair on our arms rose so high you could have twisted them up in a ponytail. Without hesitation we jumped out of the car and ran our chubby selves over to this sign which gave us a glimpse of hope, and prepared for us a Kodak moment. Once again the geese began to holler telling us to hurry up and let’s fly west. Amy threw her hand in the air, pointing her index finger gesturing just one minute. We knew it was time to hit the highway, but we just needed a little time to savor the moment. After a minute or two passed Amy said, “You know what – we should write a blog on all the good that Paula has done and continues to do”.  So with the wagon wheels turning we started reminiscing on all the good that Paula Deen has done, for not only the sisters, but for thousands of others.

hang in there Paula

Mama spoke up in her usual southern drawl, “Girls – do y’all remember when Paula helped that young man that worked for her?” Amy said, “Not really Mama but I am sure you are going to tell us”. “Ok you little heathen”, mama said. I remember like it was yesterday, Paula told me that a young boy that used to work for her had passed away. I said, “Oh, Lord Paula, I know how much you cared about him.” She had found out that no one had claimed his body. Paula said, “Well I claim his body”. Without hesitation Paula picked up the phone and called the funeral home to make arrangements for this man. All the people from the restaurant gathered at one of the bridges looking out over the Savannah River. It was such an amazing sight. The old oak trees with the Spanish moss hung perfectly across the bridge and mama recalls it being one of the finest funerals anyone could have ever attended. Amy and I both looked at each other with crocodile tears and said, “This doesn’t surprise us one bit”.

Amy leaned over to me and said in a shallow voice, “I wonder if these people involved in this mess have given any thought into how many people this will affect?” I said “I doubt it”.  Amy said, “They remind me of a water faucet”. I looked at Amy with a confused look on my face and said, “What do you mean by a water faucet”? She said, “Just sit on back and I will tell you what that means”. I said, “Ok, I’m listening”. She continued, “Saying I just wonder when these folks set out to destroy the most selfless women in the USA did they realize that they were going to affect all the people with families, little children that worked for Paula Deen enterprises? We know that Paula is one of the strongest women to have ever taken a breath, and in time she will bounce back higher than a pogo stick from all this mess. I spoke up and said, “What does that have to do with a water faucet? Amy said, “Well you know what it’s like when you have one of those rusty old faucets that drip and drip and trickle down the drain? That’s what this situation has done a “trickle effect”. I said, “I get it.”  I said “I wonder what will happen to the non-profit organizations that Paula and Michael give to if they are unable to contribute. Mama said, “I know that out of all the things that have happened this will hurt Paula the most”. Do y’all remember that hot summer when the Safe Shelter’s air-conditioning had gone out and Paula put in a brand new unit so that every one of those women and children would be comfortable in an uncomfortable situation.  Amy and I both admitted we forgot about that. Then mama continued, “That’s not all I remember. What about all the fundraising events, like the golf tournaments and parties she held in her home for the Bethesda Home for Boys?” Mama was bouncing around in her seat like a little kid and smiling from ear to ear just talking about all this goodness. Amy and I were foaming from the mouth just to get a word in, but mama wasn’t missing a beat on filling our eardrums. She continued, “Remember last Christmas when we went to several inner-city schools with Paula and took Christmas presents and presented the awards for the winners of the Christmas card drawings.  I said, “That was the highlight of our holiday – especially the one little girl that was so excited to see Paula that she fainted. She had also won the contest for the best Christmas card drawing?” I recall her saying with tears in her eyes “This is a true blessing for me this Christmas”. We all were crying just seeing how this moment with Paula had made her holiday. What about all the other countless acts of kindness that Paula has done for others. Before we could say a word, mama continued, “And what about all those Christmas presents that she buy’s for those children every Christmas. It ain’t like Paula hires somebody to go out and shop for her. She does all that shopping herself and hell she even wraps all those gifts. And Lord knows don’t forget all those blood drives. She host. She has to donate all that blood, I would have fainted right on the spot if I had to give all that blood, girls you know how mama is anemic. Amy and I were laughing hysterically and throwing spit balls in mama’s hair as if we were ten years old. Mama kept running her trap, and we were loving every minute of it. “Girls we mustn’t forget all that Paula has done for us. I just can’t tell you how excited I was when I heard the Beep, Beep, Beep and looked out of my window and saw a UPS truck backing up to my door. I thought I had won something.  To my surprise it was filled with a recliner, Paula’s latest cookware, boxes of clothes and this happened on more than one occasion”. She finally looked over at us and said, “I am worn out, now you know that’s not all Paula has done, but mama is tired and just can’t say another word”. Amy and I both thought hell had frozen over, because we had never heard those words uttered out of her mouth.

No one needs, wants or has to be convinced of Paula’s generosity. The sisters just wanted to take this opportunity to do something that the media as well as the social networks have failed to do. As most of us humans do, we believe what we read and see. Somehow in our twisted minds we like to feel the failures of others. Somehow it makes us feel a little more superior. Paula has performed many acts of kindness that have gone on without a soul knowing or sharing. The reason being is that she did these things out of pure love not for the glory, the publicity, profile raising or the recognition. But the sister’s recognize her generosity and felt the need to share them with you. Before Paula’s rags to riches life, she barely had two nickels to rub together. She was working herself to the bone and barely making ends meet, but still found a way to help out the less fortunate; if it was a meal, a piece of clothing, her hard work or anything that could make someone’s life a little richer. Even if it meant she had to do without she would just do it. It’s how she was raised and she was raised with Love. Her heart has always done things out of sheer love – not ever expecting anything in return. Nothing! She is what she is. She gives out of love because that’s the way her mama and daddy raised her, it’s how she raised her children, her grandchildren and helped raise the sisters. Amen

The Gang is all grown up! Nothing like being with your oldest friends!
The Gang is all grown up! Nothing like being with your oldest friends!

adieu to 2012 and hello to 2013!

worn out

Fill your hearts with hope, new beginnings, reach out for new opportunities, make resolutions and live your life to the fullest and don’t forget to flop your lip over all of the sister’s good groceries!

As we look at the calendar we see that father time is marching on mercilessly. Within a few more days we will say adieu to 2012 and hello to 2013. Our human race has fallen victim of reasonless conformity. We all run out to celebrate the New Year, we sit in anticipation to watch that big beautiful ball drop in Time Square, make resolutions and look forward to 365 more days to come. Someone once whispered in my ear that they felt that this might be an error. What we really should do at the end of the year is we should take an inventory of the passed 365 days; give thanks to the Creator for our health, our work, and our pleasures. Add up all the benefits and mistakes and analyze the past 365 days. Learn on our mistakes and be pleased and content that it passed us over without accidents, deep sorrows and ill health. By doing this we can relive the pleasant and account for the unpleasant. And so with that being said I shall devote a few minutes to run down the benefits and pleasant memories of the year 2012.

As the year 2012 began Amy and I looked forward to all the opportunities and crazy shenanigans that we could wrap our hands around. The year started out a little crazy as we began to plan out what we wanted to accomplish for the next 365 days to come. With a sparkle in our eye and a spring in our step and the wind beginning to push us toward new beginnings, our hearts and souls were busting from the seams. We were working our fingers to the bone to try to get our name out there, write a cookbook, manage a blog, work full-time jobs, take care of our families, cater our good groceries and just trying to live life on life’s on terms. It was difficult to say the least, every minute that we felt the wind become weak in our sails, we just prayed. We prayed for God to give us the strength to keep on going. To give us the imagination to bring you all a little laughter and good food! Isn’t that the only two things we need to survive? To laugh and to eat! That was our mission; to laugh and eat our way through the year 2012 and that is exactly what we did.

As the year opened up and all the confetti was swept away and all the fireworks disappeared we felt a little disappointed.  It seemed that all that enthusiasm had just diminished from our life. But all that was about to change when we stumbled on an opportunity of a lifetime.  Our motto was “Just put us on a highway and give us a damn sign”. Traveling along the open roads and taking chances was what made us feel we were going to make it.  Just give us an Ipad and some Velcro and we are going to make some magic happen! Turn up our tunes and sing as if there was no tomorrow. We didn’t even have two nickels to rub together but found the means to travel through four states and eat and meet some of the finest people that God ever created. Plus we were able to spend time with our families in Louisiana. We put aside all of our pride and embarrassment and emailed people to advise them on our travels. We wrote to people that we didn’t feel we had a chance in hell to meet and to our complete surprise they were actually intrigued with our story and wanted to just see what made the sister’s tick! As we set out on this journey we had no idea what we would encounter. It was the week of Mardi Gras and we were going to celebrate all that it had to offer. With watching magnificent parades and enjoying all the sights and sounds, we felt that life just couldn’t get any better. We would have to say this journey was the best thing since color TV! We were able to squeeze in a day with owners of Louisiana Hot Sauce and tour their facility, which was quit impressive. While on our extraordinary journey through Louisiana; one of our beloved stops was visiting with all the guys from T-Jim’s Grocery and Market. All I can say is how delightful these folks are. We had such a superlative time getting to know all these beautiful people. They were just plain and simply the “Cats Pajamas”. They were so welcoming and fed us some of the best groceries we have ever flopped a lip over. We ate everything from Pain D’Toilettes (Pork Patties) to Bunny Bread sopped in cane syrup. They are non-stop making the finest boudin, cracklins, fresh sausage, hogshead cheese, and stuffed gogs to name a few. The entire journey was just a rip-roaring good time. We just seemed to be on a highway to a new Betty Crocker eye-opener. Our mission was to bring back a little more knowledge, understanding, experience and awareness of all the unique people we encountered and their various cooking styles. We will go door to door in our quest to find that extraordinary technique that makes us go AHH! 

After a quick rest from all of our travels we appeared on the Food Network “Paula’s Best Dishes” three more times, performed a speaking engagement for some wonderful women in Jasper Georgia, had a magazine shoot with Paula’s magazine, got together and worked with some fine people with Follow Productions, and threw it down Cajun style!

Sometimes in life you must take a risk and try a little something different. Kenny Rogers said it best “you got to know when to hold them and know when to fold them, know when to walk away and know when to run”. Well let us just say we held on real tight and didn’t flee, we went out on a limb on this one and at first we thought we had broken this limb and fell flat on our face. It all began on a Friday afternoon (while we were catering to 800 people) Amy had a tremendous idea for us to rent a booth at the “Georgia Throwdown” in our hometown in Albany, Georgia. This event took place at our local exchange club fairgrounds, and consisted of some of the greatest musicians from Lynyrd Skynyrd to Colt Ford. This occasion was a three-day event of nonstop Southerners raising their solo cups and beer cans in pure delight to free-bird and kicking up some dust with Big & Rich. We set out to sale our wonderful Cajun dishes to all these Southerners, not knowing what type response we would receive and not knowing what outcome we would have. We went into this blind as a bat and came out seeing clearer than a Google map. Even our local newspaper, “The Albany Herald” came and did a little story on us, and yes slapped us on the front page. As we began the process of figuring out what we were going to prepare for this “Throwdown”, the catastrophe of episodes that began to happen really made us sink into the pits of hell. We truly wondered if we were going to be able to pull this one off. We had started to prepare what we felt was a variety of our Cajun specialties early on in the week and working so hard as if we were going into battle.  At this point the sisters would have rather sat in an ant bed naked!
As the tent went up, the dust began to settle and the music began to play everything seemed to fall into place. The partygoers began to file in and smell the aroma of some of the fine Cajun groceries we had prepared for them. Each person that came to our tent and ordered one of our dishes seemed to go way with a smile and came they back for seconds and even thirds. They seemed to be in pure heaven enjoying all that we had to offer. This is what makes it all worthwhile. We love watching the expressions on people’s faces as they took that first bite.
As we began to venture out and meet all the different vendors, we instantly were making friends with people from all over the US of A! We met some of the finest people that do this for a living and have it all down to a science. It was amazing how they had made this their whole life and we thought it was complete hell and frustration. By the end of this amazing weekend we were thinking the same thing, how much fun it would be to travel and meet different people and do what we love to do! Cook and feed people! One gentleman we met was in the tent right next to us and we found him to be astonishing. He was an elder gentleman with a small frame and a huge smile. His name is J.D. Lankford and he was a WWII German prisoner of war. He was selling his book “Walk with me,” One soldiers story. He shared with us all his miraculous triumphs and told us that we could take this book and read it at church because it was all-true. He was the last living soldier to be able to tell his story. During the evening we would take him a bowl of dirty rice or red beans and rice and a glass of Wagner’s sweet tea and he just absolutely loved it, which thrilled the sisters.
When Saturday evening had come to a close and Lynyrd Skynyrd played his encore the crowd came upon us like a mosquito would at a nudist colony. They ate us out of house and home, barely a grain of rice left. So Sunday morning was looking very grim for the sisters. We were going to have to get up early and sling together more groceries for all these hungry, hung over people. We got everything together and Amy stayed behind to continue the cooking while we set up shop and waited for our customers to arrive. Sho nuff they were flying around our tent like vultures and wanting something that would stick to their ribs so they could continue their “Throwdown”. Sunday seemed to go on without any trouble until we began to run out of white rice. When panic set in Amy said “Let’s just serve it over the dirty rice”.  They devoured it, and came back for some more. We got a crazy idea to name the dish “dirty toe” for etouffee severed over dirty rice and the “dirty go” for gumbo served over dirty rice.
That weekend taught us so much. It taught us what hard work can do for your soul, how it can bring old friends together and how to celebrate a grand event.  We can’t begin to tell you what that weekend meant to us, it was just spectacular! It was something in the air that weekend that had not only the sister’s but also all the people that graced the fairgrounds feeling a little like they were a Free-Bird (no pun attended)! We laughed, we cried and we sold the hell out of some Cajun groceries! But we are here to tell you somehow we managed to pull it all off with a success. At the beginning of the event we swore we would NEVER do another festival again. Come Sunday when Justin came by and asked us if we would be back next year, we looked at each other and both said, YES!

After the Jam we have now started serving all our delicious Cajun Cuisine in our restaurants and are so excited to see how all these South Georgia folks respond to all this fine eating.

Next on the sister’s agenda, we will set sail on a wonderful cruise with Paula Deen to Honduras, Belize, Cozumel which promises to bring lots of entertainment!

We both have had some ups and downs this year and ends and outs but all in all we have had the time of our lives. We worked hard and played just as hard. I feel that it is time for the world to get a taste of “The Sweet and Savory Life” we all need a little laughter in our lives and we guarantee to bring you that if nothing else. Stay tuned to what the year 2013 will bring we just cant wait to see what all we can accomplish this year.  Happy New Year!

Step inside the Wacky World of The Sister’s Cook Book!

Just wanted to say how grateful we are for the doors of opportunity–and for the friends who oil the hinges.

Good Morning to all you Grocery Lovers!

Just wanted to drop a couple of lines this morning and whisper in your ear all the fantastic shenanigans the sister’s have been up to.

You know sometime life gives you lemons and you are supposed to make lemonade. Well the sisters not only make lemonade we make lemon pie, lemon lush, lemon cake, lemon chicken, lemon meringue, lemon bars, lemon curd well you get the picture. We never do anything half-hearted we take it over the top.

We have absolutely thrown ourselves into trying to finish our cookbook and can we just say we have had a blast. This year has proven to be a world wind of anticipation, excitement and also struggles. With every struggle somehow God provided us with an opportunity. Within this year we have managed to keep up with a blog, formulate recipes, carry on with our catering, work full time jobs, take care of our families, write a cookbook, appear on the Food Network “Paula’s Best Dishes” three times, perform a speaking engagement for some wonderful women in Jasper Georgia and last but not least take our beautiful Journey back to our heritage in Louisiana. Out of all the incredible opportunities, we would have to say Our Journey was the best thing since color TV!

There is something about getting on an open road with your favorite people and laughing hysterically, acting so silly and literally eating so much that you throw-up! Sounds fun doesn’t it? We have sincerely been so blessed this year and just are so excited to finally draw a little closer to our dream.

Our cookbook will feature superb recipes from our Southern and Cajun Heritage along with our amusing stories. Writing these stories and reminiscing over our lives have been priceless. We feel that this will be a little different from your ordinary cookbook; along with having fan-freaking-tastic recipes that will leave your mouth-watering. Our stories could bear a resemblance to a comedy show. We ain’t joking, it is so darn hysterical. We are about to bust a gut to share all this goodness with all you beautiful grocery lovers. At this time we are working with a publisher and working hard to bring you the best of the best stories and recipes that will surely make you lick your lips in anticipation. Just sit tight and we will update you as soon as this masterpiece is available.

We would like to thank each and every one of you for stopping by and allowing us to share with you the little things that make us tick; from all our crazy videos to our new and exciting recipes. We hope you have enjoyed it as much as we have. Keep coming back, because We have only just begun!

The Sisters Marvelous Mac-N-Cheese Soup

The Sisters Marvelous Mac-N-Cheese Soup

At last my love has finely come along! This soup makes me want to slap my self! It is defiantly the sho-nuff comfort food! I truly hope you get as much pleasure from this as we do!


2 cups dry elbow macaroni

½ cup onions

2 Tbsp, unsalted butter

1/3 cup all purpose flour

½ cup dry white wine

2 cups chicken broth

2 chicken bouillon

1 Tbsp, course ground mustard

2 dashes Louisiana Hot Sauce

1 Tbsp, Slap Ya Mama Cajun Seasoning

2 cups whipping cream

2 cups shredded Sharp Cheddar Cheese

2 cups shredded Gouda Cheese

1 Tbsp, fresh lemon juice

Salt and pepper to taste

¼ cup crumbled blue cheese

2 Tbsp, minced fresh chives


Cook macaroni in a pot of salted water according to package directions; drain and set aside.

Sautee onions in butter in a large saucepan over medium heat until soft; about 5 minutes. Stir in flour to coat and cook 1 minute. Deglaze with wine and simmer until nearly evaporated. Stir in broth, bouillon, mustard, hot sauce and Cajun seasoning. Simmer until slightly thickened, 5 minutes, then whisk in whipping cream and warm through. Do not let it boil or base may become grainy. Add cheese 1 cup at a time, allowing it to melt completely before adding the next cup. Stir in macaroni, lemon juice, salt and pepper; remove from heat.

Combine blue cheese and chives in a small bowl. Garnish each serving with blue cheese mixture.

Our Journey

This journey is actually a gift from God. We had wanted to take this trip for a long time. But so many times it was not feasible or something prevented us from not being able to go. Amy and I were talking about this venture and how we wished we could go and visit our grandmother and all our kin folk, how it would be such a blessing in our lives to get to spend time with all of them. Well, what do you know; Amy received a phone call the next day from her boss about a training seminar in Mobile, Al. Amy jumped at the chance to go, seeing how Mobile is just a hop, skip and a jump from Louisiana. So at that moment we began planning our venture.

This journey is going to be a way to pass on our Cajun heritage. We are extremely proud of our heritage and all that is involved in being Cajun. The plain, simple frugal life of our people, their devotion to principle, their unbounded faith in the goodness of God, their love for each other during all their misfortunes and perilous wanderings, appeal to the heart. Our people are bound so tight that nothing will separate the union of family.  Experiencing the Cajun culture is like no other. They are thrifty, hard-working, fun-loving, devout religious folk. They work and play with equal enthusiasm. The bayou life is full of dancing, food, and just a “Joy of Living”. We are so eager to experiment with different herbs, spices and ingredients to help create some of the most flavorful dishes in the World!

“Work like hell to make your money, then spend it all having a good time!”
— from Les Blank’s film “Spend It All”, Flower Films

We cannot wait to give y’all a taste of this magnificent living and what it is really like to be Cajun!

Set The Table! We are Ready!

By his hands we are fed, give us Lord our daily bread!

Happy Thanksgiving to all you grocery lovers! What an extraordinary day it is going to be. We will be having quite a feast prepared by lots of beautiful loved ones. We have a full-size gathering of family and friends to help celebrate this magnificent holiday. 

Today will be a day we will give thanks for all our many blessings. We will gather around the table with the people we love, and say our blessing. The blessing of the food is part of the ritual of breaking bread together.  We will take a moment to remember those who are no longer with us; we will give thanks for our health, for the food we’re about to receive and for the hands that have prepared it. Then we will become vultures and eat like there is no tomorrow. I simply can’t wait! Our food is a traditional Thanksgiving meal, but we have oodles of it! We will have Turkey, Ham, Cornbread Dressing, Rice Dressing, Mac & Cheese, Collard Greens, Eggplant Casserole, Squash Casserole, Mashed Potatoes, Green Bean Casserole, Corn Casserole, Deviled Eggs, Sweet Potato Casserole and Cranberry Sauce. Our dessert table will resemble something like a “Bakery” with all types of cakes, pies and cookies. It is going to be a “Get In My Belly Good” kind of day! We will post pictures this afternoon, if we are able to move!

We hope that all of you have a beautiful holiday and take pleasure in the time with your family and friends. Give Thanks for what you do and do not have. There is no right or wrong way to give thanks; truly the only requirement is thankful hearts and a yearning to be found worthy.

Happy Thanksgiving,

The Sweet and Savory Sisters

Cream Cheese and Crackers (Party Appetizer)

Need a quick appetizer for a party or for friends and family?

  • Take a block of cream cheese and dredge in a packet of dry ranch or italian salad dressing mix.
  • Serve with crackers


Thanksgiving will be here before you know it! For the past several years we have prepared meals for families to make their load a little lighter. We got you covered when it comes down to side dishes and desserts. There is no need to stress during the Holiday season, let us do your cooking for you. We have an array of dishes. If you do not see your favorite dish please feel free to call us and we will be glad to see if we can prepare it. We make this easy, affordable and convenient. All orders can be picked up at Wagner’s BBQ through our double drive thru on Dawson Road. For an extra charge, we will deliver. Remember to place your orders early and be ahead of the game!

For pricing please call Amy 229-854-1160, Suzette 229-347-1202 or 229-446-8314

Delectable Sides

  • Green Bean Casserole
  • Green Beans with New Potatoes
  • Squash and Onions
  • Squash Casserole
  • Corn Bread Dressing w/ Gravy (with or without giblet)
  • Corn Casserole
  • Rice Casserole
  • Dirty Rice
  • Savory Cream Corn
  • Sweet Potato Casserole
  • Mashed Potatoes
  • Mac and Cheese
  • Plantation Grits
  • Broccoli Salad
  • Congealed Salad
  • Pineapple Casserole
  • Roasted Root Vegetables
  • Creamed Spinach with Parsnips
  • Succotash
  • Honey Glazed Carrots
  • Broccoli Casserole
  • Cranberry Chutney
  • Breakfast Casserole
  • Assortment of Quiche

Mouth-watering Desserts

  • Pumpkin Pie
  • Pumpkin Trifle
  • Croissant Bread Pudding
  • Pumpkin Cheese Cake
  • Pumpkin Bread
  • Pecan Pie
  • Pumpkin Chocolate Chip Cookies
  •  Pound Cake
  • Chocolate Pound Cake
  • Apple Crisp

Panko Pork Chops

  • 2 eggs
  • 1 teaspoon of garlic powder
  • salt and pepper
  • 1 1/2 cups panko
  • 1 ¾ cup of flour
  • 8 thin cut pork chops
  • 1 cup vegetable oil (for frying)


Wisk together eggs

Place panko crumbs in a shallow dish.

Place flour in a shallow dish

Sprinkle garlic powder, salt and pepper to pork chops and dip and coat in the flour mixture

Dip pork chops in eggs and then coat with Panko crumbs

Place chops on a plate and let them set for at least 10 minutes to set the coating.

Heat oil in large skillet over medium high heat

Fry chops for about 3 to 4 minutes per side or until golden brown.

Do not overcook; these will cook very quickly.

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