I am about as country as they come. I secretly swipe the jowls and hocks out of Sunday Dinner’s greens, I enjoy sliced tomato with each meal, and I absolutely love listening to the deafening silence of country air late at night, where the moon is the only light found for miles on end.

I am also young. I am Black. And I am a woman (not in that respective order). In my journey toward self-discovery, I have come to realize that where we head in life has much to do with where we come from. If you are Black in America, the likelihood that your forefathers tilled, sowed, and harvested this beautiful land is very high. At this point in my life, I could think of no better way to pay homage to my ancestors than to recreate the same sustenance that made them so bold and strong.

I have created this blog to hopefully empower you to do the same by sharing some of my personal family recipes, stories, and tips. I will also be chronicling my journey to find others’ experiences as well.

I implore you to take time to run your fingers through the rich soil that helped make us who we are today…

Let’s get started.