This started because someone told me I should write.
“Dogs. Food. Your experience in becoming a Southern transplant.”
“Uhmm…right. I’ll think about it.”
Much to my chagrin, I actually listened to that someone. I write about dogs. Now I’m going to write about food, especially about learning how to cook Southern-style, along with a few twists and tricks. It seems to be a tradition, here in the South, to treat food in a revered manner, along with the stories that come with it, and I’m happy to continue that tradition.
Now, the details. My recipes are going to be vegetarian, because I am mostly a vegetarian (I still eat fish). This is NOT going to be a blog where we argue the merits of eating meat or not eating meat; if you have questions or problems with that, please go elsewhere. Most of my cooking is with local, farm-fresh ingredients from Durham Farmers’ Market or my own garden, because in my humble opinion, food tastes best that way.
So, get yourself a glass of sweet tea (or your less cliched favorite beverage), season that cast-iron pan, and come cook with me.