Mom's mac and cheese traveled with us from North Carolina to New York. We happily ate it for dinner with a can of collard greens that we embellished with some bacon from a neighborhood Polish meat market.
This is the last of the home cooking that was cooked by someone else that we'll eat for a long time. I really hate it when the holidays are over.
East of Everything began on the Outer Banks of North Carolina and then moved with me and my husband to Brooklyn, New York. I'm collecting successes and failures with cooking, gardening, knitting, and writing.
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