“I have kale, a few different kinds of squash from Dad’s garden, and some random weird cheeses. What should I make for dinner?”
This is how my conversations with my cousin Marlea typically start. Though Marlea lives in Chattanooga, Tennessee, where my mother and her father grew up together, and I’m across the country in Carmel, California, we keep in near constant communication. We bounce parenting ideas off of each other, we catch up on the rest of the family, and we always, always talk about what’s for dinner.
