I hadn’t really thought about it but there is so much here I relate to. (I’m one of those white southerners.) But this is how I learned to cook with my mother. Sitting, watching, prepping; and how I’ve done things with my son. Get competent at basic prep. Do a lot of watching, being there. Same with my grandma. And when I’d cook for my grandma, shed sit in the kitchen with me and cut up whatever needed cutting. It is all immersive, slow, a process of growing trust, relational.
I’ve been to people’s houses where it isn’t like this and it always feels really off to me. Lonely.
This piece really hit. Something so profound here on multiple levels. Thank you.