
The first time I had succotash, it was made with freshly shelled, barely cooked fava beans, bright heirloom tomatoes, corn from the garden and a lot of cracked black pepper. It was a hot night, and paired with a big tumbler of rosé, it was all I needed for dinner. I loved the way the flavors stood on their own and harmonized together, and I loved the name itself. I woke the next morning with the taste and the word, too, stuck in my head — suck-a-tash, suck-a-tash — like the song of the summer on repeat.
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