When Celestine Sibley fell in love with a little log cabin thirty miles out of Atlanta on a wild tract, and bought it, her mother told her she had as much use for it as a hog a saddle. Hog--pig in a poke, saddle--on my back, she mused, and set about rebuilding. She discovered mixing concrete was only slightly more difficult than biscuits. Equipped with washing machine and drier, stove and furnace, she has spent the full round of seasons there, touches on them and that special one, Christmas. Then there is a clutch of favorite recipes with a Southern accent, beans and collard greens, corn bread and squirrel pie... Bite-sized.