Over the years, our traveling family unit has grown from just me and the parents to my brother to significant others and even the next generation. We’ve asked ourselves: if we go there, what will so-and-so like? This is just another reason why cities are …
This will be short and (so) sweet. This week my parents came to Chicago to party. Yes, it included late night conversations, a walk around the Point, delicious food, and laughter. More than anything, it included love. Parents, grandparents, children, spouses, and grandchildren… so much …
The Black Garden is coming along nicely. Like most things in life, when you’re planning something, it’s not always clear how things will work out. Does gardening encourage patience? Flexibility? Curiosity?
Every year, the Black Garden gets more interesting. A new black tomato is planted, some greens that were cultivated years ago come back, and the darkest, velvety edible flowers once more make an appearance.
Can growing food be a source of joy for Black people?
My work has a refrain: are we deserving of beautiful and delicious food? Are we able to be anointed by our ancestors’ knowledge of growing food for centuries while discarding the horror, inhumanity, violence, and cruelty of slavery? Can growing food be a source of joy? We say yes!
What is pleasure? Why is it often discounted when we speak of Black culinary traditions?
Here’s a peek at this year’s bounty.
