“Never eat what your grandmother wouldn’t recognize as food.”
It’s a pretty ubiquitous caveat today. Somehow that one sentence is supposed to conjure up a homey, heart-tendering scene of all of our grandmothers, and the wisdom she brought to the kitchen. If it doesn’t for you, don’t worry. You’re not alone.
Because in America, we still have a very outdated vision of what that looks like. Continue reading “The trouble with my grandmother …”