Dolores

Dolores only told us what we’d be cooking with her on the day of our arrival in Lafayette, a swamp-surrounded town, deep in Louisiana. When we heard the words ‘pig’s ears’, we looked at each other in alarm. We usually check in with the grandmothers in advance to talk over their recipe, but Dolores was one of the most impromptu grandmas we’ve cooked with, so we didn’t quite have the time to on this occasion.

Anastasia cracked out the ‘I don’t eat pork’ line she falls back on whenever a slightly unsavoury piggy snack is proffered by a grandma, and Dolores chuckled.