My father always told me “soul food” to the Northerners is simply the food that everyone in the South could afford in my grandfather’s time. However, everyone in the south that indulges themselves in this regional cuisine should pay thanks to our neighbors that smuggled, cultivated and made foods like okra and field peas staples in our diets. The African influence in the southern diet is as strong an influence as any factor. As soon Read more…
November. Why do I always get sick at the moment Christmas music oozes from the radio ridiculously early. It’s not the music, I just always get sick now. Some claim it is the change in weather and seasons. I have spent this day across the globe and I usually find myself with the same infirmary. I find it hard to believe that November first in South Africa induces the same illness as the change Read more…
Food is life. Even theologically, Christ refers to himself as bread. Food is required, abused, a drug, a commodity, processed or whole. I feel food’s greatest strength is its communal power. Handing a person a hot drink on a cold day, delivering food to the needy, the family meal on Thanksgiving day each transcend food as nourishment to food as a metaphysical bridge. The range of human emotion can be said to be induced Read more…
I was standing in a dark well appointed bar. The gentleman beside me asked for a whiskey of some forgotten type in a proper British accent. I asked him if he was the same person I met in the tea room earlier that week. He said yes and I asked how he was enjoying Marrakech. He told me “I might as well be on f#%&@#g Mars”. I couldn’t have agreed more. Your first visit overwhelms Read more…
I remember the very first time I tried wings. It the summer before my senior year of high school. I was taking classes at the nearby university and some friends suggested that we get hot wings. Any hot food always catches my attention immediately, so we went to the “Strip” and stuffed ourselves with spicy, deep fried goodness. I remember the resin covered tables cracking from the constant insult of grease. This was a time Read more…
I hit my head today. Hard. I was at work and I ventured into a space in the office that was unfamiliar chasing a dropped item. So I open with a small fissure in my head that my ideas, thoughts, and experiences can pour out in to the world for your pleasure, humor, or mockery. All of which I welcome. I am a lover of food, wine and travel. There are a million such blogs Read more…