An Ode to the Manhattan (and My Mom)

Is there a more perfect cocktail than the Manhattan? If my mom were alive, she would be 70 today. She was a lifelong Manhattan drinker, consuming one every evening. There was no measuring or straining. You threw about 2 parts of cheap American whiskey and 1 part of...

An Ode to the Manhattan (and My Mom)

Is there a more perfect cocktail than the Manhattan? If my mom were alive, she would be 70 today. She was a lifelong Manhattan drinker, consuming one every evening. There was no measuring or straining. You threw about 2 parts of cheap American whiskey and 1 part of...

Communication, Or Lack Of

Communication, or Lack Of Let me pose a question. How is it that we have phones and computers growing out of every orifice, yet communication is becoming so poor? Much of it seems to be a general lack of respect. In recent weeks I have had numerous important emails to...

Scrapple Mousse

Scrapple Mousse As I’ve said in a previous post, I love scrapple. Earlier this week, I wanted to play with it a bit. I haven’t ventured into making my own yet, mostly because I can get great quality scrapple every week at the farmers market. This week I...

Souvenirs

Some people bring home trinkets and T-Shirts. We bring home food. Here’s what we made room in the van for. 4 pounds of Geechie Boy Grits (2 white, 2 yellow) 4 pounds of Carolina Gold Rice 24 bottles of Blenheim Gingerale (75% of them hot) a case of Cheerwine 3...