Many of my family’s prized recipes come from my Aunt Bean. She was a fantastic cook, known for singing hymns in the kitchen while she cooked. She had a successful career, starting as a secretary and ending as the vice president of Moultrie Federal Savings Bank, and she helped her husband run their Angus farm. She played piano and was the treasurer for the church her daddy built, but she loved drinking coffee from a mug that read, “I love Jesus, but I cuss a little.” Barely