Your daddy is a butcher Your mama sells the meat And you’re the little weenie who runs about the street … So much for my summer goal of being a more well-behaved writer/cooking instructor/etc. This upcoming Sort-of Appalachian Supper cooking class involves local moonshine. And that reminds me that I need […]
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Pie contest and recovery from pie contest
Oh, help me. Where do I even start …. Actually this story deserves more time to tell than I have at the moment, so I think that this is 10th annual Asheville retro pie contest part I. However, we’ve the great honor of being the cover story of the August […]
A lived-in life … Black raspberry, rhubarb, red raspberry pie
Anybody can make a perfect pie. But I like repairing ones that are not. A holdover from my earlier life as a family therapist, I suppose. Give me a pie whose baker’s humanity hangs out any day. I’ll take the messy kitchen, the day’s reading materials abandoned on the couch, the […]
Appalachian Low Country Frogmore Stew
Down on coastal South Carolina they have a party-dish called Frogmore stew. I’m pretty sure it doesn’t have any frogs in it. Rather, it’s a big pot of steaming potatoes, corn on the cobb, smoked sausage chunks and shrimp topped with crab boil seasoning that’s dumped onto a paper-covered picnic table […]
There’s a La Ratte potato in my dryer
Does this happen to you? You check to see if all the clothes are out of the dryer and you find a potato in there. Normally, I would hang my clothes outside, but it’s been rainy and damp and they just don’t dry all the way so I had to pop […]
Zuppa Valpellinese, (Black bread soup) Adventures in Aosta, Italy
I’m back from visiting my eldest, Alpine Annie in magic storybook land … Aosta, Italy. This is where she lives with her husband, Gianluca. We were on a quest to visit ancient community ovens in her region and in the Rhone-alps section of France and do we have tales to […]