Congratulations to Doris and Pam! Featured in an International Travel Magazine

Puckett’s and Downtown Franklin were recently featured in a German Magazine.  We are proud to report that Doris Stringer, and her daughter, Pam Pelham were recently featured in the German Magazine, “Glucksblatt,” when travel writer Gunther Matejka stopped by the restaurant.

Doris and Pam in the German publication GlucksblattMatejka visited with a large group of European travel writers.  When Pam heard him speaking German, she joined in the conversation, much to his delight.  Doris and Pam are from Germany, and still have family there.  They are also some of our most beloved associates with all of our customers in Franklin, and have the longest working relationship with Puckett’s, starting with our first year of operation.

The travel writers fell in love with Pam and Doris, and all of Franklin.  It is such a thrill to have them represent our Puckett’s family on an international level.

If you just so happen to be fluent in German, check out the article right here!

Road trip and research

Sometimes you’ve just got to get out of town and see how food is served in other areas. There is nothing like a road trip to get a different view, and for BBQ where is a better place than Memphis!

We rolled into Top’s BBQ in Memphis with some friends –nothing fancy-just great Memphis style BBQ

On down south we traveled to Mississippi….Greenwood Mississippi to be exact, home of The Viking Corporation and where the movie “The Help” was filmed.  BB King and some great blues also hales from this part of the Delta.

Greenwood is also home of world famous Luscos Southern restaurant. There is tons of history there both in the plantation and prohibition era. In today’s time, the likes of George and Laura Bush and Emeril have gone there for their own research. The food is Southern and yummy!

We drove on down to Oxford, Mississippi and enjoyed a great SEC football game. While there, we got to see firsthand the number on tailgate party in the USA-at the famous “Grove.” I’ve never seen anything quite like it, and I’m a University of Tennessee girl. It was impressive to say the least.

That evening, we trekked on down a bit to Taylor and ate catfish at “Taylor’s Grocery.” It was farm raised Mississippi catfish at its best. ..home-style. I loved sitting on the porch with a crowd of people and waiting for our name to be “hollered out.”

We ended our trip back in Greenwood at the Crystal Café. This little local place had some good scratch Southern cooking and amazing rolls and desserts.

It was great fun and a pleasure to see good Southern cuisine and culture just down the road a couple of hundred miles from Tennessee. I can’t wait for the next culinary adventure. I love this kind of road trip!

Slowing down

“There is absolutely no reason for being rushed along with the rush.  Everybody should be free to go very slow”—Robert Frost

I admit that I hate that our society is so rushed.  We hurry through too many great moments of our lives.  Some of life’s best times are tucked away in an ordinary day.  I’ve always told my children that to never take for granted the beauty of an ordinary day.  When some days are crazy for me, I try my best to slow down, and enjoy the little moments.

There is no better time for that than around a meal with loved ones. Carlo Petrini, founder of the Slow Food Movement, recognized the need for us all to enjoy the entire experience of a meal from the farm to the table.  From it, he formed an international reminder of the power of taking care of what we eat and knowing its origins.

It is also widely known that slowing down to a meal with loved ones is one of life’s most nourishing moments.  Whether a wedding celebration, or a slice of local fruit at home….savor the moment and taste the food.  Want a little therapy? Go to your local farmer’s market or produce stand.  Sip some ice tea.  Swing in a hammock.  Take your honey to your favorite locally owned restaurant, and chat with the owner.  You’ll be glad you did, I promise!


Enjoy you local Farmers Market!


Happy Birthday to Us All!

Happy Birthday to us all!  The Fourth of July is the biggest holiday we should all be celebrating together.    Because of Independence Day, we can worship who we choose, live a life of our choosing our own pursuit of happiness, and speak our minds—all without fear of being abused or martyred.

I’ve often wondered if our forefathers realized the magnitude of what they created as they fought for independence from Great Britain.  Many of them lost all they had, some died of illness, and I’m sure all of them were shunned by many in society of that day.  Yet, they had to believe they were moved to do something bigger than who they were.  Their sacrifices are the reason we celebrate so freely over 200 years later.

We also can celebrate because of the great sacrifices of our troops today.  Yes, our generation has learned that freedom is a sacrifice, but a worthy one indeed.  Today, as I celebrate with friends, family, and community, I am going to be remembering with prayers and thoughts our fellow humanity across the world who would only hope to have the freedoms we possess.  I will be praying for those in the Middle East and Asia who are fighting for their ideals of freedom.  I will certainly be praying for our beautiful troops and their courageous loved ones who are helping to defend freedom here, and support the cause of freedom everywhere.

Whether you are conservative, liberal or somewhere in between; let’s all be thankful to our God, our forefathers and our troops.

God Bless the USA!

Happy Birthday to Us All!

Memorial Day Reflections

I can remember as a child being so excited about Memorial Day.  That meant for me that swimming pools were opening, fireflies were coming, and I was about to punch my first pass for Opryland Theme Park-a much loved tradition for many native Nashville kids of the early 1970s.

It wasn’t until I was a bit older that I understood the true meaning of this great day.  I have vague memories of Vietnam as a very young child. I recall Walter Cronkite, who looked very kind, showing news reels of men dressed in uniform and marching along fields. I didn’t really see or understand the marches when they returned home. I’m sure my parents shielded me a bit from too much of that news as I was so young.

Of course I have heard the stories of my father at age 15 running away to join forces in WWII, only to have to return. Then he officially joined and proudly fought in the Navy after he was “of age.”  To this day, he and his fellow sailors get together on terrific memorial trips along with those who sailed on the USS Oklahoma City.

Many of my classmates went on to join the forces, but my teenage years were considered to be peaceful; all but the Cold War, which began its end at the great fall of the Berlin Wall.  However, war hit close to home at an age I remember well. As a young family, Andy and I lived in Hopkinsville, Kentucky, a town very close to Fort Campbell.  Our next door neighbor was a Colonel in the Army during the first Iraq war. I marveled as I watched his wife, and her commitment not only to her family, but to the families of each of the soldiers under his command. She took on a huge role the day the soldiers left for war. It was humbling to watch such dedication and determination on her part; all along not knowing if her loved one would return. It was my first personal touch with our amazing military. At the same time, one of my closest high school buddies was commanding Navy Forces. My thoughts were with him often.  The television constantly showed the war. Our nation could not stop watching with great concern.

It was the beginning of a long journey with war for my generation. Most of our parents are of The Greatest Generation—those who faced the Great Depression as well as the Second World War. They taught us well how to honor and respect these freedoms we have. Now, I’m watching as my own children have friends who are in the Army, Navy, Air Force, and Marines. Many are with the National Guard and Coast Guard. This generation knows war at a whole different level than any of us forty and fifty something’s would have thought our children would have to know.

From all of us at Puckett’s, we thank those who followed Christ’s lead as quoted in the Book of John: “There is no greater love than this; that he lay down his life for his friends.”

Thank you to the men and women in our armed forces, and to their families.  They offer us the gift of freedom at their life’s expense. It is a graceful and lovely gift indeed.

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