Southern living biscuits12/17/2023 ![]() ![]() As we drove to the arboretum I crossed my fingers and toes hoping that the humidity wouldn’t make my hair frizzy and that the weather would hold, a wish that mostly came true. Then, on a particularly rainy Friday, we met at the arboretum. Does that explain everything about me that you need to know? Probably.Īfter Allison styled us the team was sweet enough to take us to a nice dinner where we laughed and drank and talked about all the wonderful things about the South. My mother traveled 6 hours in a car with a cheese plate. A cheese plate she brought with her from North Carolina. Even though she came right after lunchtime (they went to Baltimore’s Cross Street Market for a lake trout sandwich) and assured us she wasn’t hungry, my mom still made a cheese plate. The day they arrived Allison came to my apartment to pick out what we would wear for the shoot, a task that involved 1) lots of cleaning and 2) piling my entire wardrobe onto the bed. After much coordination and planning my mom, Megan, Marian, photographer Jennifer Davick, and stylist Allison Banks arrived in Baltimore in early August. Marian took the recipes back to her team to test them, tweaked them to their needs, and the ball was officially rolling! We talked about location and finally settled on the beautiful Cylburn Arboretum in Baltimore. We decided on Fried Chicken Bites, Roasted Corn Salsa, Raspberry, Mint, & Mozzarella Skewers, Lime Fizz, and Strawberry Rhubarb Hand Pies. That spring Marian got the green light and I got to recipe developing. Picnics have always been an important part of our family tradition, it was a great fit for us. I talked to my mom and we decided we didn’t think it could be more perfect. By Easter, when we went home to approve my sister’s boyfriend visit with family, Marian and some coworkers had tried my caramel fried green tomatoes and asked how I felt about her idea of doing a mother’s day picnic. What could she possible want with me? We emailed back and forth and Marian said she’d be interested in pitching a small story about the blog. I mean, everyone I can think of in the South reads Southern Living, it’s huge. When Marian Cooper Cairns first emailed me over a year ago it was a vague email along the lines of “love your blog, do you read Southern Living?” I thought it was a scam. And I thought, that is the perfect title.* And when I told my bff Megan that Southern Living had contacted me about a feature she exclaimed “Look at you going from scabies to Southern Living!” She said it in the same tone she uses when she notes that my fashion sense has evolved from frequently wearing a skirt spotted in chlorine stains to not embarrassing her everyday with my wardrobe. It’s misleading because I never had scabies. For months I have had this post in my drafts folder titled From Scabies to Southern Living. ![]()
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