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March
Michael Symon didn’t write this
Not this blog post. I’m obviously writing it. And I’ll get to what Iron Chef Michael Symon didn’t write in a minute. I have been,…
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…
22
June
Iced gin and tomato sandwiches
It’s hot. I almost never complain about the weather in the South. It’s always hot and sticky in the summer and cold and dreary in…
17
July
The only tomato sandwich
Nothing heralds the true beginning of summer than a tomato sandwich. I did not always appreciate the essential soulfulness of a tomato sandwich. The conventional…
12
March
False advertising
I am a devotee of Saveur. I consider it one of the finest food magazines published, far above Gourmet (which has gotten dull and preachy)….
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November
A steak year or a hamburger year?
Long ago, when I was stupid enough to be a newspaper editor, we would gauge the profitability of the newspaper year by whether it was…