I’m starting a new Friday Feature, at least for a while. If you check in on Fridays, you’ll get a glimpse of the past, of what I was writing a year ago, two years ago, maybe even five years ago. There’ll be recipes, food politics, and more. On some, like this one, there will be commentary and additions.
I hope you enjoy!
Cooking with Grandpa: Fried Green Tomatoes
This post was written when we first moved to VA in 2007. I should warn you that it’s fairly personal, and is still hard for me to re-read. I don’t talk much about my family or my background here, because it’s not what this space is for. But, my family is the reason I cook.
Some of it is from pain (it’s not a widely known fact that I am a food-hoarder, and I’ve worked long and hard to combat this, but the tendencies are definitely still there), some of it from joy and healing (it’s also not hugely known that if you don’t let me feed you, I’m going to have a hard time being your friend). This post helps explain that, a little, but mostly it’s about Fried Green Tomatoes and love.
“For those of you who don’t know, I moved to another state this week, leaving behind my friends and family. On the way out to my new home, I stopped and stayed a couple of days with my grandparents. They raised me for the better part of my life, and I am not sure how long it’ll be before I see them again. I am 10 hours away by car, and flying isn’t a whole lot better for them since they they don’t live very close to a good major airport. Grams doesn’t travel well anymore, and Grandpa stays close to home with her. So, this time meant a lot to them and to me. Read More…“
- The Strongest Man I Know (karaschatter.com)
- Fried Green Tomatoes with fresh chevre and red pepper jam by Temple Perrotta (gastrocasa.wordpress.com)