trinity.
1.20.2011
well, almost true trinity. alas, no celery. as a woman from the deep south, my roots were planted in food. from the dirt of the soil that my grandparents tended their garden to my own herb garden in junior high (we called it that back then) to the spaces of cooking and preparing meals for my family, i was rooted in tastes and smells that speak to my soul. when i prepare roux, when i make creole dishes, when i create biscuits or cornbread, i am connected to my ancestors. i am connected through memories and it is a sacred space. my heart is full, my whole body becomes in tune with the love of my grandmother's hands baking and making food. i step into my grandfather's footprints in the garden. cooking is a sacred space for all of these intersections and more.
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