For three days I ate everything—never turning down a biscuit or bite of fried pie or taste of ramp pickles. I walked for what seemed like miles to see growing things and dead things that would make their way on to my plate. I sat and listened, inspired by both the power and the pain of creativity. I went to the Southern Food Writing Conference.
During the hectic 60 hours I spent in Knoxville, I fell in love with it. It’s a hip little town and the perfect place for Biscuit Fest and for a mob of food writers to convene. I decided to attend the conference less than a week out when my former boss and friend, Nathalie Dupree, emailed saying that I could room with her if I wanted to go. I called my mom to see if she would be up for having a four-month-old houseguest for a few days then I was all set to go learn, taste, meet people, and reconnect with the non-mama me. The conference had so much delicious food including a dinner and field trip to Blackberry Farm. Rather than try to summarize the experience, I am going to let pictures tell the story. Find the pictorial after the jump.