Arugula Pesto
King Daddy is not a pesto person. He’s not a pasta person, either. Now that I’m thinking about it I have no idea why…
King Daddy is not a pesto person. He’s not a pasta person, either. Now that I’m thinking about it I have no idea why…
Spending my first few years north of the Mason-Dixon line I did not understand the true and righteous way to eat baloney. At Mr. Pottinger’s…
It’s burger time! Actually, it’s always burger time for me. I love them in any form – high or low. Love the Five Guys. Love…
Father’s Day is coming up and for King Daddy that means steak and baked potatoes. I am reminded on Father’s Day of all the things…
I have a very small niche talent, but it is a point of personal vanity. I can grill the perfect steak. Medium rare. Every time….
So, King Daddy and I were at Taco Bell one day a few years ago and he decided to try the new Spicy Chicken Soft…
Here’s how I justified buying a whole beef tenderloin for almost $100. It was King Daddy’s and my 23rd anniversary. Never mind that I’d just…
The acorn doesn’t fall far from the tree. Tonight in Knoxville, my budding chef son Noah is making flat iron steak for a little dinner…
So today, as soon as King Daddy wakes up, we are off to the Great Smoky Mountains for our semi-annual Mayhew-Harbin-Mayhew family reunion. Of course,…
I love situational ethics, don’t you? So when Noah was much younger, his adventurous eating gene hadn’t kicked in yet and I would make two…