My dining room table has survived a small fire. At the head of this oblong, medium brown wooden table there is a square that has been cut out and replaced. For a long time, I held on to the pale yellow, charred nursery rhyme book used to put it out. It's gone now.

A lot has happened at this table. Some good things, some bad. Growing up, we were required to eat together as a family for dinner every night- most nights at that table.

I have instilled in me an affection for eating with family and friends. I love feeding people, sharing food, and trying new things. I love looking to history for inspiration. Cooking and, of course, eating are two of my favorite hobbies.

I moved to Memphis when I was four from Harahan, LA, a small suburb of New Orleans. My Creole grandmother was very serious about her cooking. She wasn't afraid to whack your knuckles with an old wooden spoon if you interfered in the kitchen. She was an inspiration, and my family still uses and covets her recipes.

We occasionally did eat out even though we enjoyed cooking. One of our favorite spots was the Camelia Grill. My dad's favorite dish to order was a fluffy, yellow omlette topped with hardy chili and cheese with a "mocha freeze": a coffee and chocolate milkshake. I like to replicate this dish to remind me of my other home.



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