My mother and I would cook together at home sometimes when I was a teenager, and once it became clear that I wouldn’t burn the house down she asked me … Continue reading Remembering Mom with Paprikas
Shrimp and grits as a thing, a meal that’s worthy of attention, first crossed my radar in 2010 on a trip to Charleston, South Carolina. Grits weren’t something I much … Continue reading Shrimp and Grits
Beets weren’t a loved vegetable in our house when I was growing up. They came from a can, their juices staining my mother’s hands. Mom was the only one who’d … Continue reading Why beets? What’s so comforting about them?