Life always seems to come full circle. Growing up, our summers in Florida were bliss. We fished, and swam, and sweat to death in the sun. The lakes were home for us. Feeling that freshwater mist on the boat, jumping off a deck next to alligators, it was pure thrill. But catching Catfish, that was our highlight. It felt therapeutic. We’d take a few home, clean them, cut them up, and fry them on a grill! Simple living. It was all we knew.
Last month we visited the Atlanta Food+Wine Festival. The weekend is filled with incredible events, classes, tastings, and parties. One morning we stepped into a cooking class on Mississippi cuisine. We only walked in because we heard there would be Catfish. And there was, served up by the man, Cole Ellis. He’s from Cleveland, Mississippi, and he runs a phenomenal establishment there, called the Delta Meat Market.
He, too, grew up on the land, and certainly along the water, catching fish and growing vegetables. His grandmother raised him to carry a cast iron skillet and spoon in hand. The meal we ate that day was delicious. The summer squash. The peas. The catfish. It felt like home, the way it should.