J. Keck

Catfish, Hush Puppies, & Yuzu

One night when I was a teenager, visiting extended family in the Arkansas delta, I was told to prepare myself for “some mighty good eatin’.” I supposed that we were going to someone’s home or a restaurant. Instead, on this moonless night, the car crossed over a bridge above the St. Francis River, the outlines […]

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