The Secrets of Sweet Potato Pone

Send us Fan Mail Down here, when the trees turn the color of sweet tea and the fields start whisperin’ of frost, folks know it’s time to ease into the rhythm of fall. The front porch becomes a sanctuary again — quilt over the knees, pecan shells crackin’, and that low hum of gratitude that only autumn can bring. In Cornbread’s kitchen, the season starts with a pan of sweet potato pone — thick as memory, slow as forgiveness. The scent of orange rind and butter curls through the house, minglin’...