Back in the Stone Ages - before hot wings were invented to satiate armchair quarterbacks, and when pro-football games were on Friday, Saturday or Monday and did not interfere with Sunday church services - football fanatics chowed down pounds of cheese, summer sausage and tater chips during the game.
Sometimes at a public gathering someone will privately comment on one of my food columns. Most are kind, telling me how much they agree with my assessment of steaks, seafood or certain restaurants. Others tell me up front I got it all wrong about which is better - North Carolina, Georgia, Texas, Memphis, Kansas City or St. Louis barbecue.
The other night, I enjoyed a microwave corn dog.
You probably wouldn't notice the place if you passed it a hundred times, maybe on your way to Lake Mayer for a picnic, or coming back from a shopping trip at The Pig in Sandfly - unless you have an eye for Spanish and a taste for delectable baked goods.
Running a restaurant is hard work. Just ask Estella - aka Dr. Estella Edwards Shabazz, city alderwoman for Savannah's 5th District.
When my wife and I were preparing for our first child, we attended a bunch of classes about birthing. They told us our daughter wouldn't develop a sense of taste for the first year or longer.
Jams, jellies and fruit preserves always have been an essential part of what I considered dessert - a cathead biscuit smothered with butter and homemade jam, jelly or preserves.
I chose the infantry because I love being outdoors. For years, I shivered in icy arctic winds, roasted under a blistering desert sun, melted under a thick jungle canopy or suffered from hypoxia on some remote mountain top.
Other than Atkinson's peanut-butter bars and the orange-slice jelly candies I enjoyed as a kid, I've been good about keeping candy at arm's length. But when I was stationed in Italy, I discovered that European chocolatiers take chocolate to a whole new level. Had my unit not rotated to Fort Bragg early, I might now be diabetic.
I prefer to buy organic fruits, veggies and meats. Rarely can I afford that, however, so I at least want it fresh. If I can't get it fresh, the next acceptable level is frozen. If I can't even get it frozen, I'll accept canned, depending on what's on the label.
It recently occurred to me that I've avoided any deep discussion on ethnic foods, so let's talk.
I often consider adjusting our thermostat because the humidity makes my wife's comfort-zone temperature of 75 degrees seem like 95. Sometimes, though, I fall back on that old, reliable cooling device - ice cream.
Statesboro's homegrown brewery, appropriately dubbed Eagle Creek Brewing Company, is scheduled to open its doors to the public on Sept. 1, just in time for football season. The brewery is in the midst of a regional beer tour that will allow beer enthusiasts to try one of their flagship brews at a variety of bars and restaurants in the Statesboro, Savannah and St. Simons areas. In Statesboro alone, 20 bars and restaurants are carrying Eagle Creek's Low Country Pale Ale, a beer that was brewed in response to the numerous "wimpy pale ales" in the market. Boasting three ...
The thought of eating macaroni and cheese, mashed potatoes and gravy, tuna salad and chicken pot pies was comforting long before they were called comfort foods. Comfort foods don't have to be fancy. They're simple, delicious and usually inexpensive to make.
Here are your first clues that Tequila's Town serves up authentic Mexican food de verdad:
The large billboard could be seen half-mile away when traveling north on I-95, near the town of Dunn, N.C. The colorful ad depicted a large dinner plate with two eggs over-easy, several slices of bacon and a generous portion of good ol' Southern grits.
It's hard to imagine that 240 years ago, American colonists drank tea - not sweet tea, but English tea.
This column, "Around the Table," has celebrated a number of foods the so-called experts tell us are bad. I quietly but forcefully tell these control freaks to leave me alone. I'll eat what Georgia boys have been eating since 1733. I have a wife and a mama; I don't need a nanny.
It's hard to imagine what mealtime would be like without the invention of simple kitchen gadgets.
I like eggs - boiled, poached or fried.
My wife, kids, mama and a mess of doctors have strongly suggested that I try to eat healthy. But eating healthy is harder than most folks think.
The only time I'm not reading, writing or thinking deeply about something is when I'm fishing or sitting on the back porch at the end of a long work day.
Urban farmer K. Rashid Nuri told Liberty County Chamber of Commerce members that quality food can and should be grown anywhere, including the concrete jungles of inner cities. Nuri said the United States is the richest country in the world, yet many Americans are food-insecure.
That wise Southern philosopher, Jeff Foxworthy, suggested one's origins affect how one talks, works, plays and thinks.
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