Sharis Mariner

Introduction There’s something about Southern Cornbread Dressing that feels like a hug from the past. I still remember standing on a wooden stool in my grandmother’s kitchen, stirring a giant bowl of crumbled cornbread while she hummed along to an old country song. The smell of butter and sage filled the air—warm, cozy, and just … Read more

There’s just something special about biting into crispy fried chicken tenders — that first crunch, followed by juicy, tender chicken inside. Growing up, my grandmother made these every Sunday, and the smell of seasoned flour sizzling in oil is pure nostalgia for me. These tenders taste like home, yet they’re simple enough for any weeknight … Read more

Introduction If you’ve ever strolled through the French Quarter, you know the scent that stops you in your tracks — smoky sausage, spicy peppers, and slow-simmered rice that just calls you home. The first time I made Louisiana-style jambalaya, my kitchen smelled like a jazz parade met Sunday supper. It’s bold, cozy, and perfectly messy … Read more

Introduction If there’s one dish that feels like a hug from the inside, it’s Chicken Fried Steak with Cream Gravy. Growing up in Texas, my grandmother made it every Sunday after church — the kind of meal that made you race to the table before the gravy even hit the plate. The crispy golden crust, … Read more

Introduction There’s something about summer evenings that just beg for the smoky scent of grilled ribs wafting through the air. I still remember the first time I tried making these BBQ ribs with corn—it was a humid July weekend, the kind where everyone gathers around the grill with iced tea in hand. The ribs turned … Read more

Introduction Every Southern kitchen has a secret weapon for chilly evenings — Chicken and Dumplings. My grandmother used to make it on Sundays, the whole house filled with that creamy, savory aroma that said, “You’re home.” This easy chicken and dumplings recipe brings that same nostalgic warmth, but without spending all day in the kitchen. … Read more

Introduction Every Southern summer memory I have includes one thing — a golden platter of fried catfish and a basket of hushpuppies that disappeared before you could blink. Growing up, my dad would set up a big cast-iron skillet in the backyard, the smell of sizzling cornmeal filling the air while we laughed under string … Read more

Introduction There’s something heartwarming about a plate of Southern Biscuits and Gravy on a slow Sunday morning. Growing up in Georgia, my grandmother had this way of making breakfast feel like a hug. Her biscuits were golden and flaky, her sausage gravy rich and peppery. That comforting smell would drift through the house long before … Read more

There’s something magical about the scent of sizzling potatoes and sweet onions hitting a hot skillet. When I was growing up, this was a Saturday morning thing the sound of oil popping, the cozy aroma filling the kitchen, and my grandma humming along to country radio while flipping those golden beauties. Southern Fried Potatoes and … Read more

Introduction There’s something magical about a pot of chicken and dumplings simmering away on the stove. It’s the kind of meal that slows life down for a while — the aroma wrapping around you like a warm blanket. My grandmother used to make it every Sunday after church, her kitchen filled with laughter and steam. … Read more