Growing up in Georgia, one of the fondest memories I can remember, was my dad and grampa smoking meat for Sunday Supper. It was a good time for family and friends to sit and enjoy the good food and conversation. Not a care in the world. That's what I remember when I was a kid. Nowadays bringing back those memories gives us all a foundation we can build on and be proud of. Come savor the taste of the past and start your own family memories.