are rarely a good idea. That is what I’ve learned thus far.
Update: That was a two margarita post, which was followed by tequila, wine, a conch fritter memory lapse followed by more conch fritters. And coconut shrimp. And a lemondrop shot. At this point, all I really remember about said conch fritters was a gummy starchiness, like [...]
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I’m off to Charleston for a long weekend at a gorgeous Bed and Breakfast on the beach. Sigh. I’ll be bringing plenty of greens, strawberries, radishes, and spring garlic from Flying Cloud Farm’s CSA, and tonight I think we’re doing a giant crab boil with homemade hush puppies! My favorite Charleston Restaurants: Jestine’s for great low [...]
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Dear Readers,
I don’t know about you, but summers of my childhood were based on meat. Barbequed chicken, grilled steak, the occasional pork chop. Now family members who have become older and wiser are calling me up asking for advice on what on earth can a person grill that is NOT meat? The sad fact is, [...]
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With summer not far off, I’ve noticed a smorgasbord (forgive the topical analogy) of new restaurants popping up. One thing these newly minted culinary spots have in common: They all make me feel like I’m in a big city. If I didn’t know better, I’d assume to walk out of any one of these places [...]
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Posted in Food Poetry on May 7, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Sweet mint and bourbon placate us all day long
Refreshing in the bright blue spring heat
The trumpet blares again, triumphant kickoff song.
In the country club where Blacks don’t belong,
Rows of flowered feathered hats line the street
Sweet mint and bourbon placate us all day long.
Deep purple at the center of filet mignon,
Raucous laughter as wealthy patrons meet,
The [...]
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If Tony Soprano ate anywhere in Asheville, it would be Vincenzo’s. The downstairs bar seating always reminds of the 80’s show, “Moonlighting,” with Bruce Willis and Cybil Shepherd. The air is filmy, faces look airbrushed, the hairstyles are 20 years old, and although the ambient sounds are coming from the cheesy guitar licks of a live musician, I can almost [...]
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Last Saturday we ventured out to the shiny new farmer’s market, the one located off of South Charlotte Street. I didn’t understand the concept, except for the potential for tons of farmstands and great parking. But most of the vendors also had a stand at either the North Asheville market or the French Broad market. [...]
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