No cheese dip, no dollops of sour cream, no burritos, no fajitas…
Fish swimming right up to a beach? Stacks of crabs, just waiting to be caught? People gigging dozens and dozens of flounder, all in a few hours? It seemed like something out of a science fiction movie.
This piece originally appeared in Gravy, Spring 2016.
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The matrix vegetable may be European in origin, and the African hand is still tasted in the seasoning of the pot.
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SFA’s Gravy podcast wins its second consecutive James Beard Award.