7
October
Eating for three
Pat Martin’s (of Martin’s BBQ) live-fire extravaganza brought out the inner caveman in all of us A little late reporting on the Music City Food…
An apron with my name
I want an apron with my name on it. I stopped working full time in January. I can’t quite bring myself to call it “retired.”…
Falling out of love with my grill
I never thought I would see this day and I’m even hesitant to write about it, but I’ve had a revelation regarding my gas grill…
The Wedge
Forget grain bowls, coconut-oil based dressings and…please…no more kale. Lately, I’ve been pining away for a good old Wedge. No one knows who invented that…
Make yourself a regular
King Daddy and I adopted a travel plan when we first went overseas. Go to one locale and make yourself a regular. When we went…
Goulash
I seem to be surrounded by goulash these days. Now that Dammit Boy lives in Vienna he makes it or eats it in a restaurant…
The fruit ninja
My son, who many of you know as Dammit Boy, is a 26-year-old research associate at the Vienna Center for Disarmament and Non-Proliferation. He is…
16
September
Music City eats
So when King Daddy, Dammit Boy and I moved to Brentwood, Tennessee, in 1993 there were only two “fine dining” restaurants in the Cool Springs…
9
October
The “lady with the notebook” and burnt carrots
This is a story about why it’s good to be a nerd. Why it’s an excellent idea when you’re listening to a world-famous chef give…
23
September
Music City Food and Wine: My Top Picks
Oh, I am so depressed. Almost suicidal. They let me in to the Disneyland of Food for two days and then shut the gates for…
18
September
Food nerds on parade
I pretend not to notice when Keith Urban and Nicole Kidman are at my local Starbucks. I barely register a second glance when I run…