Seriously, it is. But winter's not here yet, and that's all the more reason to enjoy what remains of fall's fresh produce. If you follow my other blog, Eat Something Great in Memphis, then you may already have read about Outstanding in the Field's visit to Memphis this past week. It was a spectacular event, … Continue reading Winter is coming. (food, week of 10.14.13)
My friend Martha, an incredibly gifted athlete and wonderful all-around gal, was set to play on the U.S. field hockey team in the 1984 Olympic Games. During practice one day she tore her ACL, and her Olympic journey ended abrubtly. As a consolation, she spent a semester recuperating with relatives in Italy. Her family prepared … Continue reading Ciao. (food, week of 9.30.13)
15 years ago, Fast Company dubbed Memphis the capital of the real world. At the time the article was published, Memphis was on no one's list of cool places, and I thought it was uplifting that my favorite magazine gave my hometown a brief and positive nod. The idea of Memphis as the source of … Continue reading Eat something great in Memphis. (food, week of 9.16.13)
When we moved into our now 108 year old house, I stood at the top of the basement stairs and said, in a kind but authoritative voice: "Ok, spiders, here's the deal. Don't mess with us, and we won't mess with you." I proceeded to explain (to the air, yes, I know) that I wouldn't … Continue reading The peaceable kingdom.
The farm at my children's school, brain child of the inimitable Tony Geraci, is truly a wonder. It is a working farm located on campus at a public elementary school in the middle of Memphis, and it might be my favorite thing in the farm-to-table movement. Two years ago my son tasted his first fresh … Continue reading At the farm. (food, week of 8.19.13)
My father loved summer. He loved the heat and the sun and the holidays and everything that went with the stretch of time from May to September: fishing, swimming, gardening, parades, flags, fireworks, bathing suits and gin and tonics. Summer was suspension of the rules time, the season of freedom from convention. From Memorial Day … Continue reading Kings of summer. (food for week of 7.15.13)
I spent the summer of 1989 in Orleans, a lovely town on the Cape, living in a house that was built in the 1600s and that sported, among many other fine amenities, a real victory garden that dated back to World War II. The garden was planted when the family who owned the house moved … Continue reading Victory gardens. (weekly menu 5.6.13)
