My goodness, 2010’s best grub isn’t easy to
narrow down. It could be any one of the
many meals my boyfriend (amazing chef) has
made for me, or the April afternoon spent
with a favourite friend in NYC eating
Colombian tapas and drinking white sangria,
or a massive farewell feast at Chop Chop in
March. But what makes me really smile is
Mother’s Day. I spent one fleeting day with
my (surprised) mother, sis, nephew and bro-in-
law back home in South Carolina. My sis
and I ate greasy fried green tomato and
pimento cheese burgers, shared mama’s
peach cobbler, and washed it all down with
the champagne of the South: sweet iced tea.
Held onto each second, loved every bite.
There is no taste like home.