A constant aroma of freshly baked cornbread, homemade peach
cobbler, smothered pork chops, and a plethora of what I thought were exotic
foods, always seemed to be my salvage from the chaos of the world. Peer expectations, teenage love, and the
daily struggles of life as a young person, would leave me drained by
3:00pm. But somehow, my grandmother
Alean May would always provide enough love for me that it made up for all the
bad in my day. A little scripture, a few
hugs, and some really good soul food are what have left the deepest of
impressions on me. She was and still has
a huge place in my heart, that twelve years after her death has not left
me. It has not swayed; if anything my
appreciation for her love and commitment to family has been instilled in me in
ways I am only now recognizing as her doing.
“Ebony, anything can taste good. You just have to know how to cook it the
right way,” she would remind me. I spent
my afternoons in the kitchen listening to her explain the ways of the world,
while picking up on many of her tips and tricks in the kitchen. I wish I had spent more time as her
apprentice, because I now know that her expertise was abundant. They say hindsight is 20/20. Somehow, I believe that what she left me with
was deeper than the surface, which highlights cooking techniques. She left me with an appreciation for content
and quality of life and love, faith, health, hard work, and cooking with love.
My long-awaited food blog is most certainly a dedication to her
and the love she taught me to have unconditionally, often expressed through
food.
I have so many ideas
and adventures surrounding food-love. More to come…
·
Cooking with love
·
Gardening in the City
·
Cooking in Season
·
Cast Iron Skillets are for Cooking too
·
Slow Cookers & Cooking Slow
·
Measuring Cups & Intuition
·
Cooking with Kids
·
Natural Foods
·
Farmers Market
·
Real Tomatoes
·
Freezing and Canning Everything
·
Fasting/Praying/Detox
·
Miss Jalapeño/Miss Hot & Spicy, Myself
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