Category: food

Booya for Everyone!

Certain American dishes are best made for a crowd. Take, for instance, Brunswick stew and booya. They’re brewed most often in the fall, with a traditional base built on whatever a hunter brings home.

Sleepy Apple Pie

I discovered the medicinal benefits of apple pie while writing a book. It’s in the way the softened apples melt into a buttery crust and forms a kind of batting around the mind and a stilling weight to the body that almost always quiets any lingering residue of wattage that disturbs my rest.

Words of Wisdom From My Favorite Chef!

This little fellow has gotten me through a lot of dark cooking disasters and life’s little challenges.

Sort of Ms. Johanna’s Carrot Cake

You can ask as many times as you want and use all the interviewing tricks you know but she won’t give you the recipe. “They’d go ahead and screw it up and then it’d be ‘oh, Ms. Johanna’s cake isn’t good at all,’ all over around here.”

National Put People to Work Week

As we head into the next two bloody months, we could use some semblance of faith we’ll pull through together in one piece.

A Fig Story

There are tastes that linger in memory–good and bad, those you hunger for or avoid the rest of your life. My first bite of a fig is among the great ones.

Doctoring 101

When time and pressure is not in the cards, we’ve all secretly turned to market prepared tubs of something. There’s nothing wrong with this. Feeding people is not about killing yourself and, no matter what it is you’ve brought home, it can magically be turned into something especially your own.

A Complicated Berry

What is not to love about watermelon? Unfortunately there is, falling in line with other racial realities we’re grappling with this summer.

Cooking with Firefighters

Everyone in the magazine office was jealous when my editor tasked me to write about what it’s like to cook and eat in a firehouse. I could understand since my fantasy life never involved being carried out of a burning building.

Mrs. McLoughin’s Shrimp Salad

Mom adored and respected Mrs. McLoughlin but all her preparations belied a lingering insecurity from growing up poor, afraid of being considered shabby.