Salt, Ink, & Soul
Writing on food, family, and identity
“I write so that our food, our struggles, and our stories are never forgotten, but carried forward as legacy.”
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Gentle adventures from the Whispering Woods — stories of courage, friendship, and resilience for children, and for the adults who read beside them.
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I’m Learning
As I’ve said before—and as most of my close friends know—I’m just now beginning to like my birthday. That might sound small. But to me, it’s seismic. You spend enough years pretending your day of birth is just another day, and eventually, you believe it. You teach yourself not to expect anything; over time, even
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The Gift I Never Asked For (Except One)
My birthday is tomorrow. I don’t dread it, but I don’t celebrate it either—not in the way most people do, not in the way I’ve learned people expect. That probably says something about me. I imagine it always has. I didn’t grow up with the kind of birthdays that get remembered in photo albums. There
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This May Sound Like I’m Angry
This may sound like I’m angry. That’s because I am. I’m angry about food. But not just food. I’m angry about what gets buried with it. What we let slip through our fingers. What we protect so fiercely that we never get to pass it on. Some recipes in families are so tied to memory, and
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“What We Remember, We Keep-Alive”
I had been working on the newest book in my Culinary Crossroads series, where Jamaal was supposed to return home—to the States and the old South. I thought it would be simple. A return to where it all began. A pilgrimage from the polished kitchens of Manila to the front porches, fields, and kitchens that shaped so
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What’s Going On: The Sound of a Man, a Moment, and a Movement
Some albums are flawless—technically perfect—masterpieces of production, arrangement, and execution. And yet, something is missing—some intangible element that separates great from transcendent. I don’t know what that something is. But What’s Going On has it. It’s there in the first few seconds before Marvin Gaye even starts to sing. A murmur of voices, street-corner conversation fading in and
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Where the Real Food Lives
There’s a quiet truth you learn if you sit down and listen long enough at a table that isn’t yours. I’m talking about food—the real kind. The kind that doesn’t come with laminated menus, mood lighting, or some Instagram-ready plate presentation designed to be photographed more than eaten. I like food the way it was
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