Who is The Nutty Sister
So, who is The Nutty Sister? Read below to discover our southern roots in pecans and how we started making the most delicious pecan cheese squares you have ever put in your mouth!
Our Treasured Family Trees
We are 5th generation pecan farmers. Southern Living Magazine did a great story about my brother, Putt, and the family’s legacy in pecans, Georgia’s top, native crop. The South’s Treasured Family Trees. You can read about it in the link there. But can sum it up by saying my Dad and my family know a whole lot about pecans and pecan farming.
Mom’s side is a long legacy of women who used the bounty of the farm to make delicious meals and treats for our family. We have served dishes for almost 100 years featuring our treasured pecans, the fruit that has kept us healthy and happy for a century. In my lifetime I have known two of the five generations of cooks. My grandmother, known as “Gingo,” is the one my brother and I would beg to ship our favorite dishes to us via overnight express when we were far away at school. Nobody could make green beans or special cornbread dressing like Gingo. The other cook I was divinely blessed to know was my mother Rosemary. My mother Rosemary was gifted. She was a wonderful hostess who made countless dinners for our family, friends, and business associates. With anyone at her table, she would often enforce a rule that we had to eat at least 2 bites of something before she would tell us what was in it. I am convinced that is why one of our favorite childhood vegetables was…eggplant. Ours was a table full of the bounty of the garden. Seasonal vegetables like juicy tomatoes and crisp yellow squash, and local fruits, like wild blackberries and plums, and the tiny mayhaw berry were favorites. We ate with gusto and canned with foresight, filling our pantries and freezers for the months ahead. Nothing could warm the heart faster than a peach cobbler in the dead of winter, or evoke a summer memory like a bowl of butter beans and corn at Thanksgiving. That is MY south, not the deep-fried stereotype. Although now that you mention it I could go for some fried catfish and hush puppies.
Our Treasured Family Trees
We are 5th generation pecan farmers. Southern Living Magazine did a great story about my brother, Putt, and the family’s legacy in pecans, Georgia’s top, native crop. The South’s Treasured Family Trees. You can read about it in the link there. But can sum it up by saying my Dad and my family know a whole lot about pecans and pecan farming.
Mom’s side is a long legacy of women who used the bounty of the farm to make delicious meals and treats for our family. We have served dishes for almost 100 years featuring our treasured pecans, the fruit that has kept us healthy and happy for a century. In my lifetime I have known two of the five generations of cooks. My grandmother, known as “Gingo,” is the one my brother and I would beg to ship our favorite dishes to us via overnight express when we were far away at school. Nobody could make green beans or special cornbread dressing like Gingo. The other cook I was divinely blessed to know was my mother Rosemary. My mother Rosemary was gifted. She was a wonderful hostess who made countless dinners for our family, friends, and business associates. With anyone at her table, she would often enforce a rule that we had to eat at least 2 bites of something before she would tell us what was in it. I am convinced that is why one of our favorite childhood vegetables was…eggplant. Ours was a table full of the bounty of the garden. Seasonal vegetables like juicy tomatoes and crisp yellow squash, and local fruits, like wild blackberries and plums, and the tiny mayhaw berry were favorites. We ate with gusto and canned with foresight, filling our pantries and freezers for the months ahead. Nothing could warm the heart faster than a peach cobbler in the dead of winter, or evoke a summer memory like a bowl of butter beans and corn at Thanksgiving. That is MY south, not the deep-fried stereotype. Although now that you mention it I could go for some fried catfish and hush puppies.
Tales From The Nutty Sister
Our Treasured Family Trees
We are 5th generation pecan farmers. Southern Living Magazine did a great story about my brother, Putt, and the family’s legacy in pecans, Georgia’s top, native crop. The South’s Treasured Family Trees. You can read about it in the link there. But can sum it up by saying my Dad and my family know a whole lot about pecans and pecan farming.
Mom’s side is a long legacy of women who used the bounty of the farm to make delicious meals and treats for our family. We have served dishes for almost 100 years featuring our treasured pecans, the fruit that has kept us healthy and happy for a century. In my lifetime I have known two of the five generations of cooks. My grandmother, known as “Gingo,” is the one my brother and I would beg to ship our favorite dishes to us via overnight express when we were far away at school. Nobody could make green beans or special cornbread dressing like Gingo. The other cook I was divinely blessed to know was my mother Rosemary. My mother Rosemary was gifted. She was a wonderful hostess who made countless dinners for our family, friends, and business associates. With anyone at her table, she would often enforce a rule that we had to eat at least 2 bites of something before she would tell us what was in it. I am convinced that is why one of our favorite childhood vegetables was…eggplant. Ours was a table full of the bounty of the garden. Seasonal vegetables like juicy tomatoes and crisp yellow squash, and local fruits, like wild blackberries and plums, and the tiny mayhaw berry were favorites. We ate with gusto and canned with foresight, filling our pantries and freezers for the months ahead. Nothing could warm the heart faster than a peach cobbler in the dead of winter, or evoke a summer memory like a bowl of butter beans and corn at Thanksgiving. That is MY south, not the deep-fried stereotype. Although now that you mention it I could go for some fried catfish and hush puppies.
As for me, The Nutty Sister, I am the only girl among 9 siblings. I have 4 brothers older and 4 brothers younger. We are the great American family that took 2 fathers and 3 mothers to create. I love the whole messy lot of them. My brothers and I grew up in southwest Georgia. Albany was a delightful place to be a kid, with a home base in town, and all the farms to visit and play. I learned to cook with my mother and grandmother. They were really good at it, and everybody in town knew it. Turned out I was pretty good at it too. I won my first cooking contest at the ripe old age of 8. I made pecan and caramel “turtles,” cinching the win by roasting and salting the pecans first. That was my first blue ribbon and those turtles are a winning recipe to this very day.
Nowadays I live in Hartwell, in the Northeastern corner of Georgia, home of the largest lake east of the Mississippi. My partner Steve and I have a German Shorthaired pointer rescue named Gracie, and a kitty named Itty. My dream is to cooperate with other small businesses, local suppliers, food lovers, and friends to create delicious products that you want to bring to your table. When we gather around delicious food, we can put all our differences aside and share the bounty of the earth in harmony. Great families and friendships are forged through shared meals. I hope you find our food worthy of your table. I hope we become friends and share recipes and prosper for the next 100 years. Please know that everything we make has been made with love, and with thanks and respect for the grace we have received. We would be so honored to be included in your bounty whenever you need a perfect gift for yourself or your loved ones on special occasions or just because. We appreciate you and we hope the feeling is mutual. Bon appetit, y’all.
-Michelle Wetherbee
Tales From The Nutty Sister
As for me, The Nutty Sister, I am the only girl among 9 siblings. I have 4 brothers older and 4 brothers younger. We are the great American family that took 2 fathers and 3 mothers to create. I love the whole messy lot of them. My brothers and I grew up in southwest Georgia. Albany was a delightful place to be a kid, with a home base in town, and all the farms to visit and play. I learned to cook with my mother and grandmother. They were really good at it, and everybody in town knew it. Turned out I was pretty good at it too. I won my first cooking contest at the ripe old age of 8. I made pecan and caramel “turtles,” cinching the win by roasting and salting the pecans first. That was my first blue ribbon and those turtles are a winning recipe to this very day.
Nowadays I live in Hartwell, in the Northeastern corner of Georgia, home of the largest lake east of the Mississippi. My partner Steve and I have a German Shorthaired pointer rescue named Gracie, and a kitty named Itty. My dream is to cooperate with other small businesses, local suppliers, food lovers, and friends to create delicious products that you want to bring to your table. When we gather around delicious food, we can put all our differences aside and share the bounty of the earth in harmony. Great families and friendships are forged through shared meals. I hope you find our food worthy of your table. I hope we become friends and share recipes and prosper for the next 100 years. Please know that everything we make has been made with love, and with thanks and respect for the grace we have received. We would be so honored to be included in your bounty whenever you need a perfect gift for yourself or your loved ones on special occasions or just because. We appreciate you and we hope the feeling is mutual. Bon appetit, y’all.
-Michelle Wetherbee
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