The hidden history of Black Appalachian foodways

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Boiled down blackberries and fresh biscuits evoke poet Crystal Wilkinson's childhood. Photo by Kelly Marshall.

Marry a poet to material of her own lineage with stories and memories of times spent in kitchens and you get Crystal Wilkinson's extraordinary book, Praisesong for the Kitchen Ghosts. She teases out a complex web of attachment to Black Appalachia and those who came before.

Born in Ohio, Wilkinson grew up on her grandparents' farm in Indian Creek, Kentucky, where they were the only African American family in the area. She keeps a tin box filled with recipes handwritten on notebook paper and the backs of envelopes. Some are in her grandmother's cursive while others were dictated to Wilkinson. 


Crystal Wilkinson keeps handwritten recipes she has had since high school. Photo by Kelly Marshall.

Many people are surprised to learn of thriving Black communities in Appalachia. "I think people think of the word 'rednecks' or they see a particular image they've seen on television or film," Wilkinson says. "It's a place they don't expect to find Black people. Often, the idea of rural and white, and urban and black, are conflated in our realities and in our imagination."


Crystal Wilkson was the former poet laureate of Kentucky. Photo by Carsen Bryant.

Wilkinson compares the foodways of Southern Appalachia to those of the rest of the South. While collard greens are more common in the deep South, she grew up eating kale, mustard, and turnip greens. Rather than barbecuing meat, ham is usually cured to preserve it for colder months. Wilkinson remembers spreading out potatoes in the attic to save for winter. When she went blackberry picking in Kentucky, she always wore long sleeves and watched for copperhead snakes. Today, she boils down the berries and serves them with biscuits. 




Wilkinson, the former poet laureate of Kentucky, recalls standing on a chair, watching her grandmother tell stories about her own mother as she worked. "I think it's important to have something tangible that evokes memories for you," she says. She still has the last green beans canned by her grandmother, who died in 1994.


"Praisesong for the Kitchen Ghosts: Stories and Recipes from Five Generations of Black Country Cooks" started with the birth of one of Crystal Wilkinson's essays. Photo courtesy of Clarkson Potter.