Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar, Freud famously said. But is food really ever just food? What we eat links us (directly or not) to the land where the food was grown and the people who grew and processed it. It can also point us to even stranger lands -- our long-lost childhoods, the history of the place we came from. In this debut edition of our new Farmer's Daughter column, North Carolina resident and Mississippi native April McGregor recounts what might be called her primal meal: a "mess" of field peas with skillet corn bread. Luckily for us, she ... (more)