I was reminded of a supper we had a few weeks ago. My parents were visiting and we also invited my aunt and uncle (OK, technically great-aunt and great-uncle) over. The doorbell rings and there's our guests, not with flowers or wine, but with a quart of frozen Brunswick Stew.
My friends, you know you're loved by someone in the South when they show up at your door with Brunswick Stew as a hostess gift.
