I SPENT MOST OF MY CHILDHOOD in a little restaurant that my great-grandparents owned in Castlewood, Virginia. My mom was a server for them there, and since we couldn’t really afford childcare at that time, I would literally sit in a highchair in the kitchen with a plastic to-go knife and practice peeling potatoes to keep myself occupied. It made sense in those moments that I’d eventually want to cook on my own.
Everyone in my family has always cooked in some capacity, and I was lucky enough to know my family all the way up to one
