Because good food always has a good story, and a recipe, writes Bragg, is a story like anything else. In The Best Cook in the World, Rick Bragg finally preserves his heritage by telling the stories that framed his mother's cooking and education, from childhood into old age. Many of her recipes, recorded here for the first time, pre-date the Civil War, handed down skillet by skillet, from one generation of Braggs to the next. But she can tell you the secrets to perfect mashed potatoes, corn pudding, redeye gravy, pinto beans and hambone, stewed cabbage, short ribs, chicken and dressing, biscuits and butter rolls. With 'The Best Cook in the World ' on the New York Times' list for best-selling nonfiction, Bragg currently spends most of his time on the road for a book tour. Her notion of farm-to-table is a flatbed truck. She measures in "dabs" and "smidgens" and "tads" and "you know, hon, just some." She cannot be pinned down on how long to bake corn bread ("about 15 to 20 minutes, depending on the mysteries of your oven"). Margaret Bragg does not own a single cookbook. Including seventy-five mouthwatering Bragg family recipes for classic southern dishes passed down through generations. NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER Part cookbook, part memoir, these rollicking, poignant, sometimes hilarious tales (USA Today) are the Pulitzer Prize-winners.
She was Margaret’s dog, named after the victim in a true-crime magazine story.Publishers Text From the beloved, best-selling author of All Over but the Shoutin', a delectable, rollicking food memoir, cookbook, and loving tribute to a region, a vanishing history, a family, and, especially, to his mother. They just laid her by the side of the road? And Clem Ritter, it is revealed at the tail end of the telling, was part of the family. The story startles the author, hearing it for the first time from his 80-year-old mother, as it does the reader. Such was the allure of Southern home cooking. So they laid her down by the side of the road, and made a beeline for dinner. Well, wham, he ran straight over Clem Ritter as she was crossing the road, his tire going directly over her head, which Margaret described as being “all whomp-sided.” There wasn’t much they could do for her.
Margaret’s father, Charles, was racing home with her and her siblings one evening, hoping against hope not to be too awful late for a dinner his wife had been laboring over most of the day. In fact, the reader can skip the recipes altogether and concentrate on the stories wrapped lovingly around them - and still get a cooking lesson, how Margaret Bragg made plain food, well-seasoned, taste like a preview of kingdom come.
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