I have had the nickname Belle since my uncle bestowed it on me at the age of 3. I really never thought about being a Southern Belle but I am lucky that in my line of work, I get to interact with people from all over the country and sometimes it gives me the perspective that I have forgotten along the way. Sometimes they say crazy things like” Wow, I didn’t know you Southerners could cook”…. I guess I never realized just how lucky I am to be born with Southern values to a family that loves God and Country, family, community and knows the value of simple good food and I am blessed that they have passed all of that a along to me. I know that a small gesture like a good meal can make one feel a sense of belonging and care that goes all the way down deep to your soul. Comforting folks with food is the first thing I think to do when I hear of a joy or loss or when a problem is so big I just don’t know what else to do. I recently took a Sunday afternoon to say some ” Thank you’s” for being my friends and some ” I am so very sorry’s” to some dear folks in the best way I know how– I cooked for them.