The Smoky Mountain Burger
I know. I know. Before I get to the meat of the matter, I just wanted to show you what I’m up against in my…
I know. I know. Before I get to the meat of the matter, I just wanted to show you what I’m up against in my…
I walked into the Butcher Block in Franklin a few weeks ago and asked my butcher, Bruce, for some 75-25 ground beef. “Really?” he said,…
So King Daddy and I were having our more-than-monthly lunch at Costco today, enjoying our Polish dog and combo pizza, when it struck both of…
I am trying hard to only shop the outer aisles of my beloved Publix. I listen to about 53 food podcasts a week in the…
Noah has a new girlfriend. No matter that he is gay and she has been dead for 11 years. Noah loves Julia. Julia Child. So…
So it’s been a hard few weeks for a variety of reasons I won’t go into here because I hate it when people whine on…
Corned beef hash So I was making King Daddy some corned beef hash the other night. Truly, nothing makes him happier. “We are low born,”…
Think of the Waffle House as the 1950s Main Street diner you never had growing up. The layout is always the same—open kitchen, booths, counter…
So, I have to say that living at the top of a steep hill with a 90-degree turn into the garage sucks when you have…
Over the last two weeks, anyone reading this blog probably thinks, “That woman just eats nothing but trashy food.” I know. It’s pathetic. But this…