Growing up in Virginia Beach, my weekends were defined by the clatter of crab mallets and the tang of Old Bay seasoning drifting from my grandfather’s kitchen.
He’d bring home catches from the morning’s fishing trips-plump shrimp, briny oysters, and feisty bluefish-to transform into feasts that fed our whole family.
Those meals weren’t just about food; they were lessons in tradition, passed down over flaky biscuits and steaming bowls of gumbo…