One of my absolute favorite things to cook in my skillet is a crumbly pound cake. Buttery, delicately sweet and undeniably Southern, it’s a call back to the many women who are a part of my DNA.

One of my absolute favorite dishes my mom would make is glazed carrots. They were served swimming in a sweet buttery glaze that clung to each carrot round making it shimmer in the shallow bowl.

Now, of course you can make this meal for your significant other but I’m hoping you’ll realize how significant your non-romantic friendships are and treat your tribe to the best Galentine’s Day.

This blackberry cobbler is like a warm hug from my mama. It’s hearty, juicy and made my entire house smell like a cinnamon bomb went off (which is a good thing).

Much like the Italian variety, my soup would feature a green—in this case collards instead of escarole or spinach, black eyed peas in the place of white beans or pasta, and pork jowl bacon instead...

Have you ever had a drink so good, you’ve literally gone out and purchased ingredients in order to recreate it at home? Well, the smoky cadillac margaritas I kept inhaling during my minimoon have...

When I saw blood oranges and jalapeños I really had the best intentions of doing a play on a fresh salsa or citrus salad... BUT a big ass bottle of mezcal got in my way.

Because I'm extra AF, I tried to think of a way to add my own little twist on an American favorite. After much consternation (not really), it dawned on me "duhhhh, put duck fat in it!"