Food. We have so many emotions attached to food. Have you ever taken a bite of something and it transports you to another time and place? For me, it’s warm banana pudding with perfectly fluffy, toasted meringue. Takes me right into my mammaw's kitchen circa 1990. I can hear her telling me it didn’t turn out very well, and I shouldn’t eat any, only to feign disappointment that I didn’t believe her. I can see the big hexagonal wood coffee table where I would place my plate and sit in the floor, my mammaw choosing one of the armchairs behind me. She liked to sit at the “kids table.” She would listen to me rattle on about whatever I was into at the time, probably New Kids on the Block or some such nonsense, and we would both eat too much dessert. Food takes us places. Preparing food is a beautiful art from the perfectly golden cornbread with crunchy edges my mom cooks in a cast iron skillet to the perfect layers of the chicken liver mousse at Chez Fonfon....
