I had an opportunity to do some writing for the Southern Foodways Alliance’s James Beard Award-winning quarterly Gravy late last year. The piece, “The Georgia Peach in Black and White,” came out in the Winter 2015 issue, but the digital version just went live here. They’ve done a beautiful job with the layout and images.
My father’s 1967 Volvo 122 smells like dust. Pulverized foam from the ceiling and seats, dried sweat from a thousand entrances and exits on summer days, sulfur and fuzz and road dirt from the orchards. The engine putters. The windows are open, and the triangular vents shunt hot, exhaust-laden wind into our faces. We are on the way to the Station.