The Picklefork Papers

Picklefork, Texas. Home of potluck feuds, scandalous pie contests, and the best sweet tea this side of the county line.

If you’ve ever eaten pie off a paper plate while someone quietly said “bless her heart” and you knew it wasn’t a compliment, then you already understand Picklefork.

Picklefork isn’t on any map, but it’s written in cursive on recipe cards passed down through generations. It lives somewhere between 1962 and “don’t tell your daddy,” where casseroles are judged silently, opinions about butter are firm, and Jell-O counts as a food group.

There are no influencers here—just people who’ve been running committees since before anyone remembers who volunteered them. There’s a woman who talks to her tomato plants, a man who wears socks with sandals on purpose, and a town meeting that once went on far too long over the correct way to layer banana pudding.

And yes, the town mascot is a raccoon holding a picklefork. No, we won’t explain it. You had to be there.

Picklefork Papers is your invitation to sit a spell and catch up on the stories, rumors, and favorite recipes that make Picklefork what it is. Each weekly letter brings a bit of town news and one well-loved recipe—some sweet, some savory, all meant to be shared.

So fix yourself something cold, pull up a chair to the kitchen table, and start reading.

We can’t promise it’s all true—but we can promise it’s entertaining.

"If the good Lord didn't want me meddling, He wouldn't've given me opinions and a phone with unlimited minutes." - Edna Mae Blevins, self-appointed ambassador of everybody's business.