I used to have a donkey named Rhubarb Butter. Just kidding. I had a donkey named Donk. And a pig named Gip (that would be pig spelled backwards). I was
This pretty much sums it up. What a fun and inspiration-packed four days spent in Knoxville last week. First there was the Wednesday night Alton Brown show in the lavishly restored historic Tennessee theatre. He took us on a witty, sciency quest to re-create his grandmother’s southern biscuits. Then there was the first annual Southern Food Writer’s conference created by John Craig, Dawn Coppock and friends (John’s the Biscuit Boss/organizer of the Biscuit festival). What a truly talented collection of food writers, publishers, bloggers, journalists they collected for this event. I had the great pleasure of presenting a session with Jodi Rhoden about collecting recipes and old-time advice from the southern women in our lives. Then there was the (included with the conference, mind you) dinner at Blackberry farm. Over the top elegant/farmy…. how about a soup of poached trout swimming in a clear smoked local buttermilk broth topped with fresh-plucked watercress? Geez!
Saturday’s grand finale was the International Biscuit festival. Eight jillion bakers/vendors/restaurants offering biscuits and things that go great on biscuits. Here are chocolate shortcake biscuits that were topped with balsamic strawberries and whipped cream.