Peering down the Pie Hole ~ Summer Peach Pie

For a period of time, I lived in the attic loft of a building we operated as a rental house. It was a great space – peaceful – quiet – meditative – that is, until early summer. Because that’s when my next door neighbor’s peach tree […]

Curb Market Crawl – Back to the Peach (Part 2)

So.. peaches. I never really had a nickname growing up. I don’t know why. I guess my own name was odd enough for the times. I tried calling myself Steve (my middle name) for a while but it never stuck. In the mirror I just […]

Curb Market Crawl – Back to the Peach (Part One)

Inevitably, in dealing with local farm markets there’s going to be a couple of repeats in what’s available every season and what I choose to buy. Occasionally, something new pops up… like the parsnips. But more times than not, it’s the same actors in the […]

Copper River Salmon – The Big Thaw

A couple of weeks ago, as part of the Fresh Catch Crew, the super folks at Copper River sent me a new box o’ salmon. It was a frozen whole frozen side of  sockeye salmon from the Prince William Sound. Prince William Sound A Sound […]

Peach Butter Bingo #3 – Tie One On

Bourbon ~ Peach Butter BBQ Sauce Regionally speaking, I’m not a sweet BBQ sauce kind of guy. I like ’em hot and tart. Nothing really beats a good North Carolina vinegar sauce… or that insanely mustard-y sauce from Carey Hilliard’s in Savannah (are they even […]

Millions of Peaches

Even though I’m still working my way through the pile – o – peaches I bought a while ago… I bought some more…. I can’t help it and it really wasn’t entirely my fault. You can blame R & A Orchards in Ellijay… or rather, […]

Indignation – and a Gnashing of Teeth

It’s a retraction… It’s an apology…. It’s putting things right. Good Lord!  doing this makes me feel like I’m in a bad Food Network episode of Quantum Leap. Friday morning came around and began with…. “That post…. you didn’t tell the story right… It was […]

Curb Market Crawl – Just Peachy

Believe it or not… when my folks married, my mom wasn’t much of a cook. Not that she wasn’t willing, she just hadn’t had a whole lot of practical experience… Clara or my grandmother did the lion’s share of the cooking. One of the first […]