My great grandmother was a remarkable woman. Divorced and raising two daughters on a turn-of-the-century Texas panhandle ranch, she ran the ranch — and a hotel where she also cooked for all who came through. In a kitchen long before there were refrigerated tractor-trailers delivering packaged meats, fruits, vegetables, and ready-made bread dough, she was a gourmet chef. By all accounts, my great grandmother was also considered a true beauty – and a crack shot.
I believe there’s a trace of her in each of us.