Biting Into Me: Food's Role in Identity and Connection
Category: FOOD & DRINK
I took another bite, and I swear I felt my grandmother's hands, heard Arkansas grass swaying in the wind, and saw people wearily reaching their shacks after time spent in the fields. I was biting into me. And I tasted good.
By Maurice Tracy, Contributor
Doctoral candidate in American studies, Saint Louis University, 2013-04-18