I did not cheat. I improvised.
I would not call it cheating. I just have to say that from the outset. I would call it creative use of ingredients not on…
I would not call it cheating. I just have to say that from the outset. I would call it creative use of ingredients not on…
O.K., ya’ll. You know what this is. Perfection on a plate: fried chicken, a corn muffin, collard greens, black-eyed peas with chow-chow and pickled okra….
My instructions to my West Coast friend, about to journey to the South for a convention, must have seemed absurd. It was the early 1990s,…