When I was a little girl, I used to watch my Grandma Nell in the kitchen. It was my favorite thing to do besides play Blackjack and Farkel with her. I used to watch her flow through the kitchen as though she was floating on air with her feet never touching the ground. I loved poking the tops of the perfectly burnt meringue on her coconut cream pies. I loved watching her mix flour with pork grease to make an effortless gravy, which was immediately poured over black pepper-spiced mashed potatoes. I used to watch her and say, "Grandma, someday, I'm going to grow up to be a cooker!"