If there’s one thing we learned coming up on Daufuskie, it’s the importance of good, home-cooked food. Ingredients were plentiful on our island, but (except for the very old, the very young, the sick, and the shut-in) we had to earn our meals. Without our hard work—growing, gathering, and catching—we had nothing much for our table.
That doesn’t mean anyone went hungry. If you were walking down a road or path and smelled the ’roma of fresh cornbread, lima beans, and fried chicken, you could follow your nose to a good meal. And you were always welcome. Sharing from one hand to another made good meals available to all.