Jenn Rice

Seabird in Wilmington, North Carolina, levels up the Southern favorite with spoonfuls of caviar and beet roasting brine

“I don’t want my deviled egg to pretend to be a salad bar”—and other important thoughts on the quintessential party bite

My dad named the Jennybelle Juneberry—aka serviceberry—after me, and now it heralds summer for Southerners everywhere

Tons of ideas from chefs, Southerners, and a few Europeans for easy-sipping summer cocktails and wines

Because you don’t mess with perfection

Southerners share strong opinions about this ritual on the water