Growing up, some of my happiest memories were spent in my grandmother Clara’s kitchen, though to me, she was just “Gana.” I remember opening the back door and smelling the roux on the stove and knowing where I could find her. Her kitchen was a place where everyone was welcome and where love was never in short supply. I found her old recipe box filled with handwritten cards, each one a little piece of her. I’m honored to share some of those treasured recipes here, just as she made them. -
Richard
