Eat: My French Grandmother’s Shortbread Makes for Shamefully Addictive Cheese Crackers
On my early Prune menus, there were a few items here and there that made many people ask me where in the South I was raised. There was a whole roast suckling pig, and some fried chicken livers with braised lentils. I kept a perpetual batch of pickled tomatoes on the condiments shelf in the…