11/25/2025
Growing up, my mom served soul food the cleanest way she knew how—light, intentional, and always nourishing. I used to beg her for chitterlings, holding on to the memory of my grandmother slow-cooking them like it was a family ritual. But my mom wasn’t having it.
Years later, with a grown palate and a reinvented diet, I found myself craving the flavors that raised me—minus everything I didn’t need. So I got in the kitchen, tapped into tradition, and flipped the script.
Now look at me: serving up for the holidays, honoring the past while cooking for the future. 💥✨
