My grandmother had very little but she made it feel abundant at the meals she served us in Baltimore, from when I was a baby up until I was 23. She was Southern, from Roanoke, Virginia. Cornbread was the centerpiece. There would be ham, steaks, fried chicken, and ‘grammy beans’—she’d cook down green beans with ham hocks and that will likely make it onto my future tasting menu. She made macaroni salad with a mayo dressing and a brunoises of celery, carrots, and onion, but she didn’t call it a brunoises. I learned about cooking from her through osmosis. I’ve recreated her dishes through taste. She cooked the way I do at home, by instinct and not recipes.