I Know I Can Cook, But The

I Feel Like 'embattled' Or 'disgraced' Will Always Follow My Name. It's Like That Black Football Player Who Recently Came Out.

There's So Much Going On. I Almost Never Have A Moment.

I Found That When I Went From Albany To Savannah, That I Needed To Put That White Rice Away, And I Needed To Turn That Into Savannah Red Rice Because They Were Big Into That Sausage, Tomato-y, Bell Pepper-y Rice Mixture.

Cooking Has Always Brought Me A Happiness That I Didn't Think Was Available. I Just Fire Up The Stove, And Things Start To Fade Away.

I Is What I Is, And I'm Not Changing.