Here are your first clues that Tequila's Town serves up authentic Mexican food de verdad:
ONE OF THE hottest new trends in craft beer is actually rooted in a very old tradition. Before you could buy bottles or cans of your favorite beer to enjoy at home, your only option was to fill a vessel fresh from the tap at the local pub and take it with you.
A "Sound off" caller recently challenged me to address the decline of Southern hospitality. Challenge accepted.
Frequently, I get spam emails telling me about miracle foods that heal everything from the common cold to common ugliness. I file them with the messages I get from that nice old lady who wants to give me $850,000.
Golden Corral Buffet and Grill opened its newest restaurant Wednesday morning at 741 E. Oglethorpe Highway in Hinesville.
What's the difference between a bistro and a brasserie?
As I've indicated in other food columns, sometimes you can learn a lot about American history through the history behind dishes that Americans enjoy. Okra is one of those foods.
My first paying job was picking pumpkin squash in a farmer's field for 2 1/2 hot summer days. I probably was about 10 years old. Daddy and Papa both had given me various non-paid tasks since I was 4, but I made $1 a day working for this farmer!
The road from island kid to restaurateur has been a winding one for Donavon Smith.
Summer is known as the cookout season, but my family's gas grill gets some serious year-round use. We grill steaks, chops, burgers or vegetables at least once a week. It's convenient to fire up the grill during the hottest months of the year, eliminating the need to use the oven or stove, which can unnecessarily heat up a home.
SYLVANIA - Savannah River Farms, a vendor at the Hinesville and Richmond Hill farmers Markets, recently received approval by the USDA as an on-farm slaughter and processing facility.
An expression like "Being in a real pickle " suggests a place you don't want to be, but I don't understand why.
No July 4 celebration is complete without a cold, fresh slice of watermelon to wash down those hot dogs, hamburgers and tater chips. I'd like to think it's the way the Founding Fathers would have wanted it.
Those who regularly visit Hinesville's Farmers Market are wise to enjoy the locally grown fruits and vegetables. They're tastier and healthier than store-bought stuff, and they're locally produced.
After a day (or if you're super lucky, days) of sitting in the sand while the Atlantic laps your toes, the last thing you need are difficult decisions.
If my wife wasn't such a good cook, I'd be 50 pounds lighter. I'm not blaming her, though.
My English IV teacher, Reomia Unold, said ambrosia was the food of the gods. I disagreed and told her so. She shook her head and sighed.
I'm often asked why I don't write other commentaries. It's better to write about things you know about, and it's easier to do it when it's something most folks can agree on - like food.
Basic training in 1973 at Fort Jackson, S.C., was not a culture shock to me. Daddy was a Marine, so I grew up under strict supervision and was used to being dropped for pushups or called a maggot.
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.