I recently attended’s Society Gathering at Hotel Emma in San Antonio. As part of the event, I appeared on a wordy-nerdy panel with fellowcolumnist Latria Graham and editor in chief David DiBenedetto. We talked about what it’s like to be writers at a fabulous magazine in the fabulous South. It was a pretty wonderful hour for me, blabbering, naturally, and slapping my knee at my own remarks in a pocket of professional banter into which I’d always dreamed of nestling. But after the panel, and actually even before it, several people commented to me about how odd it was that I could both write cook like a pro. At the time, I let the compliments
