Grilling some sausage and bananas tonight.
Stumbling across a random food cart this evening with greasy, messy, county fair quality sausage sandwiches fulfills every fantasy.
Jumbo’s in Liberty City for breakfast - recommended to me as the best breakfast and soul food in all of Miami. It was damn good and it turns out that it has a pretty fantastic 50+ year history, having been open continuously 24 hours every single day since 1955 and also being the first restaurant in Miami to desegregate.
Apparently, Steve’s Pizza is a North Miami staple, according to locals I met tonight - and seeing as it’s open until 4 AM and sells pizza by the slice (slices that are as big as my head), I understand why. Thin, greasy, fresh, and tasty.
I finally copied down grandma’s buttermilk pancake recipe. It says “Mom Holden” right on it in her handwriting, referencing her mom’s recipe right from the Great Depression when gram had been a kid. These pancakes were legendary in my town. Every kid knew about them, coming over to our place on Saturday mornings just to taste them, from when we were 8 to even in our twenties. They were phenomenal. I’ve never - even since her death - tried to recreate them. I think this spring break though, it’s about time. I’m more nervous about this than I am about trying to make pho from scratch this week (Friday is the plan for this). Wish me luck. I want kids to wonder: where did that guy learn to make pancakes?
