Is “hey bartender - can you watch my rosè while I take this hot chicken pizza outside for a photo?” the basic Nashville equivalent to “hold my beer”? 💁🏼♀️ Asking for a friend. (Who we all know is me.) 🤷🏼♀️ There’s Alabama white sauce. Ask for extra on the side. You’re welcome. 🔥 🐓 And thank you @emmysquaredpizza for putting this one back on the menu.
💜The good people I’ve met in Nashville continue to blow me away with love, inspiration, and support (see also calories 💁🏼♀️😂💗). The incredibly talented @mathewsweet of @pastarianashville made this stunning and delicious cake decked out in purple just for me in memory of my Mama this first Mother’s Day without her. This week I’m also grateful for a friend who showed up for a deluxe pedicure and crazy night — once I realized I’d walked into a cave of moms and daughters on a really hard day. And for all of you who keep encouraging me to eat, then joining me for lunches, happy hours, and dinners so I don’t have to do all of them alone. 💜 The people who show up in the hard times, not the people who disappear, these are the people you want in your life and with you at the table. 💜 I’ve been largely quiet this week as it’s been a week of closure in a lot of ways, but I want to remind each of you — there is still so much good in this world. Keep your eyes open and forks ready. ;) 🎂
Non food related post here. But — Dining With Delia Jo would not exist without my sweet grandmother Betty Jo, who is battling late stage Alzheimer’s, and my beautiful mother who is now my angel, Rinda Jo, who departed this earth February 20 after a brave fight with cancer. I’m thankful to all of these women for loving me well. I’m going to try and stay off social media except for work purposes these next few days. But in the meantime... Here’s to strong, inspiring, supportive women. May we know them, be them, raise them, and after they’ve passed on, continue to honor them with every breath. This is the last photo of my mother and I where she looks healthy and happy — taken last Mother’s Day. Even though she is wearing a wig and her wheelchair isn’t cropped out of this photo, I’m happy to remember her this way. I am thinking of each of you for whom Mother’s Day is also a hard day. I’m here for you and I see you. ❤️💜💗
For many it’s just one day of the year, but for me it’s a way of life. 💁🏼♀️👸🏼🧀 Real talk: I’ve got a hard couple of weeks ahead of me. So in the dread of the first Mother’s Day without mine and the closure of another chapter, I’ll just keep swimming. In queso. 🙃💗Sending love and light to all those for whom Mother’s Day is tough, for many different reasons. I see you and I’m here for you. #sangria #queso #queenofqueso #cincodemayo #chipsandsalsa #nashvilletn
Today I cried in a leasing office, less than 24 hours after my crazy allergic reaction fiasco I shared on my stories. Every day is interesting in this phase of my life. But things are on the upswing, or I keep telling myself that, hoping to make it true.🤷🏼♀️ ✏️ In close to home (for now) Green Hills news, @santonashville is opening for dinner tomorrow night! Shown here — the ricotta gnudi with mushrooms, asparagus, caramelized onion, and saffron brodo. Check the link in my profile to see the menu and full details.
I’m not going to lie — at 36, for the first time in my life, I’m being forced to make big decisions completely on my own. I wasn’t raised or conditioned to trust my own instincts or to be independent. I don’t know if it’s that or my personality type that makes me want to weigh the opinions and advice of others so heavily before making major decisions, but it’s something I’m learning about myself as I’m making more required major life changes following 2 major life changes. 🖤 The loss of a parent who was my best friend and the end of a marriage in 81 days — it’s unthinkable, truly. The pain is immeasurable at times, some days I wake up and can’t believe how my life has shifted. I’ve been very transparent about my grief journey over the last several months, so I want to be just as forthcoming about my healing. 🖤 And my truth right now is I’m learning a lot. I am learning to trust myself for the first time. I’m learning to give myself grace. I’m learning to do silly small things I should have learned to do as a teenager. I am learning big things like who I am again and what makes me tick. And I’m learning small things like that I love to decide at the very last second I want to have solo happy hour and mushroom toast at one of my favorite places that feels like home (💁🏼♀️ @peninsula_nashville ). And I’m learning, hour by hour, breath by breath, that I’m going to be okay.