Making this gumbo is a labor of love. Standing over the pot stirring and coaxing the butter and flour until they turn into a smooth, chocolate-colored paste is a moving meditation. Wilting the greens and letting everything cook down until the flavors meld into a harmonious whole takes time and patience and attention.
But the time and effort is worthwhile when someone digs into a bowl of my gumbo and says that eating it makes them feel cared for. All I ever want is for people to feel taken care of by me, and food is the way I communicate that.