I did not grow up observing Cinco de Mayo. Nobody in my Texas family did. It wasn’t a holiday in the way Christmas or Thanksgiving or even the Fourth of July was a holiday; it was a date on the calendar that occasionally meant something at school and otherwise didn’t. In college it became an…
This is the first in what will be an ongoing series called Food is Political. I thought it was appropriate that this first post come during Black History Month and gives me a chance to talk about attribution, appropriation, and giving credit where it’s due It’s Black History Month. And on this blog, that’s going…
Food is political. That’s not a hot take; it’s just the truth. Every choice in a kitchen is a small political act. Where you buy, what you buy, who grew it, who picked it, who got paid, who got credit, who got left out of the story. Most of the time you don’t think about…
