My Family Recipe for Potato Casserole

I had the great pleasure of being raised by my grandmother. This woman is incredible – she was raised on a tobacco farm in the 1940s-1950s. She drove a school bus for her high school at the age of 16 and came home every day to tend to the tobacco and the animals (specifically chickens and pigs). She helped my great-grandmother CHURN THEIR OWN BUTTER and can make the best cornbread. She married my grandfather and the two remained happily in love until he passed away from Pancreatic Cancer in 1997.

Being raised by a strong-willed, Southern grandmother means we were in the kitchen together everyday cooking all of our meals. We made everything from Breakfast Casserole (Southern women love casseroles) to Gingerbread Cookies. I can remember being four years old, standing on a step stool and helping her cut out the little gingerbread men. My current boyfriend is just astounded by the number of meals I can create from memory. What really drives him crazy is that neither myself or my grandmother MEASURE ANYTHING. Our conversations often go like this:

Him: ‘Well how much are you adding?’

Me: ‘I dunno, a little bit’

Him: ‘How do you know that’s enough?’

Me: ‘I just add until it looks right’

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