I come from a long line of Southern women. Strong women. Crazy women. Feisty women.
Women who cook.
One of my greatest regrets was that I only learned to love cooking after I moved to New York, far away from that line of women. Before I had the chance to realize what those moments in the kitchen meant to me, they started dying. An aunt, then a
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