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Grits and Grace-The Partridge's

Life has been hectic for local attorney, Sandra Partridge and veterinary husband, Lewis. While Mr. Partridge does most of the day-to-day cooking, Mrs. Partridge creates the festivities for holidays. Their absolute favorite thing to cook meals in is a Griswald iron skillet. Due to picky eaters in the family, spaghetti is a very common dish in the Partridge household. While Mrs. Partridge nails the Esau’s creamed corn, cooked in the iron skillet, Mr. Partridge smokes fantastic Petit Jean hams. “We are party people. We love to throw dinners and parties. Crawfish boils are some of our favorites, as well as showers,” Mrs. Partridge explains. For parties, holidays, and get togethers’ at the Partridge household, buffet style is the way they like to go. “There are usually anywhere from fifty to sixty people, especially at Thanksgiving. We usually try to use fancy china, but sometimes we just have to use paper plates,” Julie Partridge, daughter in law, adds. “It’s usually a moment of chaos for these parties. The main thing is people showing up at one time. We all sit together at the table, and when it’s time to eat you better get to the kitchen and fix your plate,” Mrs. Partridge states. “The last time we all got together for a meal, it was so much fun. My nephew got his guitar out and we all started singing. It was a blast,” Piper Partridge, daughter, says. Mrs. Partridge has a water bath canner that she likes to use in order to can fruits and vegetables. For Christmas Eve, the Partridge’s order fresh shrimp. “We like to make gumbo, red beans, and rice. We also used to make candy and cheesecakes at Christmas for people,” Mr. Partridge adds. “No one has an original recipe. Everything has been passed around,” Piper states. “I do the Christmas day breakfast. My husband cooks the cheesy eggs, but I do most of the rest,” Julie contends. Mrs. Partridge has fostered the love for cooking and china to both girls. She has also made them their own personal books of her recipes in order to keep the tradition going.

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