The skillet sings. [pause]
Saturday evening in a small kitchen, Aunt Lila cracks the window as cicadas hum and cast iron warms. A heavy stockpot waits while we set our boards, breathe, and begin.
Collard greens go first: bacon frizzles, onions turn glossy, and a soft garlic aroma rises. Greens tumble in with a splash of vinegar, lid low, and we wait until the room smells smoky sweet and the le...
