“Just then, like a hot knife through butter, the unmistakable aroma of Alice's apple pie cut through the smell of grease in the kitchen. The scent of apples baking in butter, cinnamon, and sugar made our mouths water. "What the… — Victoria Benton Frank Copy Share Image
“A deep-yellow sauce dotted with green encircled a plump piece of white fish; gently seared golden skin nestled in a smaller circle of plump… — Victoria Benton Frank Copy Share Image
“There was this time of morning that always gave me peace. I liked to call it the "Violet hour." Not because it was my… — Victoria Benton Frank Copy Share Image
“Just then, like a hot knife through butter, the unmistakable aroma of Alice's apple pie cut through the smell of grease in the kitchen.… — Victoria Benton Frank Copy Share Image
“The South is different from anywhere else on earth. Every time I returned, it seemed it was the beginning of my greatest story, like… — Victoria Benton Frank Copy Share Image
