With the arrival of the Holiday Season, everyone is focused on families, friends, and parties, which usually means food. That’s great because I love to eat; but awful because I’m a lousy cook. I mean world-class lousy. I’m the gal who confused teaspoons and tablespoons in Home Ec. class and braised radishes with too much oregano. (Who braises radishes anyway?) My newlywed cooking turned Meat Loaf into Meat Cake and made my husband a permanent fan of take-out. I’m slowly getting better at the domestic arts but it’s hard overcoming a kitchen philosophy I created years ago that states, “When it comes to cooking, I’d rather read.” Luckily, I live in the South, a region of great writers, as well as great cooks, and, at times, those two fields overlap. When that happens, the results are cookbooks that feed the body as well as the soul. Cross Creek Cookery [amazon_link asins=’B01HCAA6PO’ template=’ProductCarousel’ store=’theboothafoly-20′ marketplace=’US’ link_id=’e0878d7c-9dc8-11e8-bd6a-6b909a316344′]I’ve written before about Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings and her great love-affair with central Florida. One of the most remarkable chapters of her wonderful book, Cross Creek, recounts Marjorie’s own development from lousy to gifted cook and her joy learning Southern cuisine. The only problem was the book was…