My Nana is my real live Martha Stewart, minus the incarceration. She is an amazing cook, a master gardener, an avid volunteer in our community, a docent at a local historic home and museum, a rare jazz records listener, a champagne drinker, [a joker, a smoker, a mid-night toker] and honestly, just an all around amazing woman. I wish that I had been brought up learning to cook at her knee, but life did not allow that, and so now, later in life, I merely try to imitate her as much as possible. Though, more like Martin Lawrence than Martha Stewart. DAMN, GINA!

Because I love you like Britney Spears loves Cheetos (Orannnnnge Fingah! Sung in the melody of “Goldfinger”), I am going to share my favorite Nana recipe with you today. But, before I do, I need to talk about some kind of gross, intestinal things. I speak from experience here.