Photography by Anna Heritage
A blush pink boyish fish sitting on a princely plate. Simple yet fancy.
The first time I had a cassoulet was in France on the eve of my 25th birthday. I’ve been trying to get right with Jesus ever since so I could get the recipe to be the same. This one is so very close, but I feel I’m still a sin or two away.
When I was ten, mom bought me a set of Christopher Columbus paper dolls from one of those newsprint Scholastic mailers. The punch-out dolls consisted of a dozen or so white men and a handful of natives, but I didn’t know what to do with them. This predated the PC police and Lies My Teacher Told Me, so I didn’t yet know that “discovery” is a euphemism for taking what isn’t rightfully yours. In other words, I didn’t have Columbus and his men fight with the natives; instead, they sat down together for the first Thanksgiving dinner.