There are no debates about cultural respect or appropriation; tonight, everyone is a Mexican. That’s the magic of the sombrero—and its harm.
Sandra Beasley, author of three poetry collections and a memoir, contributed two poems to Gravy #58: Winter Reading.
“Nothing just happens. These are things that I’ve always believed in, and everything you believe in finds expression in how you live.”
I’ve long believed in the alchemical properties of Jell-O, a powder made from ligament and bone.
For a group of children I once made an oblong pizza that depicted the American flag, using food coloring for the blue field of stars with alternating stripes of cheese and tomato sauce. My wife said it was the ugliest pizza she’d ever seen, but I didn’t mind. The kids loved it.
Mahalia Jackson was an international star, a principled artist, and a passionately political woman. Why would she choose to lend her name to a fried chicken franchise?
Sometimes, during the course of researching the relationship between language and culture, a single word or concept emerges that seems to carry with it the whole of history. Take “cornpone.”
Guelel Kumba’s Afrissippi food truck in Oxford, Mississippi, seeks to keep multiple traditions alive without sacrificing the spirit of any of them.
On a foggy morning in North Carolina, some 40 years after the conflict that displaced Toon’s family and so many others, food offered all a common ground.