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…
The Women of St. Paul’s celebrate Kathy Ulezelski’s birthday with cake and wine – notice no one is empty handed. Photo by Karen Austin Before…
So I’ve been having a time of it lately (and we won’t go into that here – no need to attend my personal pity party)…
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…
One of the many, many things I love about my son is that he doesn’t do anything halfway. His first year out of college has…
The Peoples of the South have a thing about breakfast casseroles. We are not yogurt and granola-eating people. Well, some of us are. But they’re…
It’s only open 11 a.m.-3 p.m. weekdays. The parking lot is always full to overflowing. And the line down the cafeteria-style serving area is usually…
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 think it says something that for King Daddy’s and my 25th wedding anniversary we went to Macaroni Grill for lunch. And then we…
So, in my continuing campaign to introduce Noah to “what that dish actually is” (we’ve already accomplished real Caesar salad dressing – not that awful…